t3chmonkey

Fell backwards into bed promising myself that it'd be just for an hour or two.

or ten.

Dreamt of telephoto lens and hard boiled crime drama's. Christmas in New York and stumbling drunks who'd give up all they knew if you brought that cheap bottle, shining under a street lamp, just inches closer to their grasp.
Cars spun out and kicked up snow, broke through classic diners.
The whole thing was in black and white, a senseless narrative speaking through it the whole time.

And I was not in it.
But Gary Shandling was, for a few minutes. (?)
And I think Tom Waits played one of the drunks.
Or was singing inthe background.
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I blame the Tandori Chicken, but may have been the Ghost of Christmas Noir.