This one has probably been the worst of them all; and by worst, I mean greatest.
I dreamed I was in Brooklyn. DUMBO to be exact. I was at Grimaldi's pizza with my sister and my best friend Brandon Shafer eating pizza. Grimaldi's is one of the best places for pizza in New York City.
Larium's side effects include having dreams that are more lucid than normal. Never in my life have I ever had better pizza than at Grimaldi's in my dream last night. I woke up feinding for a pie in a way that I can only imagine must be like a heroin addict craving his/her next fix.
The hardest part was that I washed my meal down with an ice-cold Brooklyn Lager. Glorious and maddening at the same time. Watch, two years from now I'll be having the same kinds of dreams about the authentic Guyanese food I've been eating here. Why can't we have it all?
It's T-storming today and the thunder sounds and feels epic.
Happy June and happy Monday.