Thursday, November 29, 2007

Last night I had a dream that Clint Eastwood told me to go talk to "the homeless man who lives under that bridge", because he was the world's greatest actor, and I would learn something from him. That day, I was hanging out with a guy I haven't seen since grad school (really nice, unassuming guy, but never really liked his work*), but he did not want me to go, said it was dangerous. I took the world's greatest actor a cup of coffee, because I could not think of what else to bring him.

*Richard, Sarah.

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