People of Affection

Rebecca told me of a dream she had with me in it where we were in a anonymous room, blank, like a hotel room. The only furniture in the room was a bed and a closed entertainment center with a television in it, but we weren't watching. She said we were sitting in bed, fully clothed, and just giggling, not being able to stop. I had a bunch of my drawings laid out on the bed and finally at some point got out of bed, stood up, and said ,'fine!', sat back down in bed, and we kept laughing hysterically again. I like the idea that somebody thinks of me this way in their subconscious, giggling with drawings strewn about.

Justo just came to thank me for his 'wake-ups'. I made him a compact disc with Leonard Cohen's 'The Future' on it and he has been apparently waking up to the song every morning since. He just wanted to thank me for that. Justo is a black man with a daughter. A single dad, probably mid-to late thirties, although could be in his early forties, hard to tell, he wears crutches that make him seem older than he maybe is, he's soft spoken and kind. He and I occassionally talk, sharing a 'how you doing?', or 'yo' in the mornings or in passing, but rarely anything to penetrating. All I did was essentially steal and give him a song that I didn't create and he did the rest. He took it home and listened to it 'five times in a row' he said and every morning since. He said it makes his mornings more soothing, calming. I'm glad I could make Justo happy with the simple act of a kind gesture. Justo was let go later that day though.