In My Dreams...
In my dreams, I live in a strangely ATU-esque apartment in the Village. I go to Columbia University. By night I party, and by day I attend class and explore the city. I sing and play piano at clubs on weekends, and my own framed artwork is hung all over my bright walls -- accompanied by Beatles posters and pictures of peace signs.
Most mornings you can find me lounging around the coffee shop with a few friends, but sometimes I take my guitar to the Subway terminals and play some original material for crowds. Several people throw coins at me, but I don't play for money. I play for music. And for happiness. So I leave the coins laying on the ground for delighted toddlers or desperate beggars to find.
My roommate is an amazingly cool artist, who also plays guitar and piano. And who's a vegetarian. Obviously. We sit around and have jam sessions a lot, 'cause we love the same music and we co-write songs. Other friends can usually be found in our apartment, and more often than not, one or two of them spends the night in our cozy "living room...sitting room...whatever room..."
I attend many peace marches and protests against war, violence, genocide, carnivorousness, prejudice, etc. One of my friends works at a liberal campaign office, and I visit frequently.
One summer I have a random bout of spontaneity, and fly to Paris with some friends for two weeks. We stay at the hotel Scribe, only a few blocks away from the Tour Eiffel. After that, we take a road trip to Barcelona, and then to Florence. To finish our marvelous trek across Europe, we fly to London, and, after a couple weeks, drive up to Liverpool to tour the Beatles sights. A few weeks later, we return home, in time for the Summer Olympics in Buffalo. While we're there, we see Niagara Falls, and decide to go to Toronto to visit the family of one of us. From Toronto, we travel across the country by car (WOW!) to Vancouver. This is where I write my soon-to-be greatest hit, and am discovered as an incredible new talent.
Over the years, I continue to be a highly successful songwriter, singer, pianist, and guitarist. Fame does not go to my head. I use it as a means of conveying my liberal ideas to the world.
Love, peace, and rock-n-roll make up most of my life.
You may call me a weird hippie. I call me a happy hippie.
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P.S. To be continued...