Dreams of turning myself in, facing the music and a hilarious judge. I was joined by The Glassblower, who was facing time, himself. Our pets were all there, and a rotary telephone. It was a moment of reconciliation and putting things right. Then there was the rub. Waiting for the records to come up, that window of opportunity and freedom opened, and it was impossible to not make an escape, again. Dodging the bullet, and sneaking out of the backdoor, before the handcuffs went back on.

“You will never take me alive, coppers!”

I scream out in my sleep, kicking and flopping on the futon, while wearing my fancy blindfold with stars, and moons on it.
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