This morning's dreams

They were all mixed up with some dog that just did not want me to sleep in. I overcame his noise, eventually. I was struggling with the dream I was having. It was a product of thinking about getting another job, taking some shifts at some restaurant again for straight cash. Covering some debts and getting free. Getting together with a pretty piece to help me shoot some things, pro-style. It was miserable.

When I left the restaurant business, I told myself that I wasn't going back. It was too much crap to see people at their worst over a piece of meat. Too much dings on the soul over the position people put themselves in when they step into a restaurant and see everyone as their servant more than their server. Your could have MD after your name and peeps would treat you like gum on their shoes. Fuck that. I don't have the constitution for that anymore or else I'm just spoiled.

But the other dream I had was the one. That was the closest one to a real dream for me. I was on tour with The Roots. I was an okayplayer photog. I was talking to ?uest about his powermac and some levels techniques and what kind of shots he was thinking of for a poster and some promos, vinyl covers... I was there with the Legendary. I was there.

I'm not letting go of that one anytime soon.