Absynthe Dreams
Last night while prowling the streets of Montrose I came across the same virile nubian gentleman from whom I recently obtained a delightful new liquor. Again he bestowed upon me this gift of waking dreams, for only slightly more pennies than last time. Once again I was transported to a land of happiness and love. Unfortunately this reverie ended with the realization that I had chosen a young woman's front yard as my place of slumber. I believe that she found me secretly so attractive that she momentarily lost control of her senses and attempted to fight off her lust by beating me with her broom. I fear my velvet cloak may have been damaged beyond repair.