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I slept in till two o’clock in the afternoon today. Right before I woke up, I had a really vivid dream, in which Grey Lights were playing at a party in a venue that reminded me of Tony Hawk’s pad in the Simpsons episode where Bart is emancipated. One of my friends that was there had brought her newest boyfriend, a sixty-year-old black man, who kept asking why I didn’t have a beer in my hand. Several punk-style people were there in bongo circles. That handle of Crown Royal from the party the night before was there, too. A few of us went to Faris way after closing time, and were surprised to find the door unlocked after seeing that the open sign was off. There were cops inside arresting somebody, presumably for breaking in. After that, Trav, Logan, Swen, my dad and I all went to the Minor-League Baseball Hall of Fame. And Travis was wearing a very long, very elegant women’s mink car coat.