11-15-04 - 9:14 p.m.
last night in my dreams, jimmy the codger paid for a big tattoo on my calf. it was the outline of an old fashioned gas pump. (no big surprise; jimmy met the wife pumping gas at her mother's filling station. you see, back in the old days, they were called 'filling stations'.) we argued amiably about the color of the gas pump, but the dream tattoo went unfinished, just like the damn relationship itself. shit.