10/28/24

 

I've just come back from a quick space mission. I have a red coffee mug that I took with me. I accidently drop it and it breaks. Then I pick it up and throw it down and it pulverizes because it was made from recycled paper. I talk with a young guy who wants to get drunk. I tell him I'll buy a six-pack of some IPA and he can have a shot of some bourbon I bought before. I end up in a cozy house--it's sort of like a quaint old Irish pub. People are playing cards. A vocal group picks my brain for music. I tell them about the various types of folk music I enjoy. Then I tell them my real love is jazz and classical. I start to worry about getting back for a second space shot. I feel for my phone and I figure Joe would call if I'm too late.