I often dream that I'm back here and can't remember how to shake a cocktail, or find the highball glasses. I stopped by yesterday and Dave was putting elderflower liquor in some glass--my nightmare was real/true. Best boss. Best people. Best music. I liked shoving my bills in my shirt and walking (one block) home at 3 am, waking up my girlfriend to throw the money on the bed and yell "We're rich!" Then I'd pick the bills back up, shove them in a coffee can, and stick the can in the freezer (I don't keep my money in the freezer anymore). Reverend Vince was in the back at 4 pm telling a lot of good Christians he doesn't believe in literal resurrection.