Before the festivities there i was circa 82nd street broadway passing a street vendor that gets robbed watching the thief race out into the roadway island and run around chased by the vendor.
I get up at the perfect time but the turkey sandwich knocked me out again to get up at the awful middle of the day.
A former friend sleeps over i instruct, shut the door feeling eyes at the entrance - the thing about the scene was not the acquaintance or the eyes but going to the closet that was on the right side.
In dreams i try leaving a restaurant saloon, the unpaved avenue of turn of century western america 1890s vest boots wooden structures.