Napped at an unusual time, got an unusual dream. All the rich fuckheads were traveling on four-person sedan chairs, hand-carried by teams of servants. While the rich fuckheads were lounging on sofas, chatting and sipping cocktails, the servants were sweating and trying to maneuver the big platforms through doors and streets.
Unfortunately the dream wasn’t influenced by what I was writing earlier today. The cocktails looked like Martinis, not Bloody Marys.
Polistra's Mill 