Tell me this e-mail I just got from Ron (posted here with his permission) wouldn’t make a great graphic novel:
so Ron falls asleep….and Ron dreams…..
My friend Annie calls me(!) from NYC to say almost tearfully “I have no coffee and can’t get out of my apartment.”
I go to the web page of my blog, Fluffy Stuffin, “reach into the screen” and make an orange and brown paper airplane through folding…so I can get to NYC by riding it….
When I get to the West Village, I see the whole block is getting that blue and white and grey hue like Ambiance. I go through a nettle of “id verification” pages to find you stuck and working….I take some of your finished pages and somehow are able to form them into building-like materials. I go to the window and make the Platonic Form of the Coffee House In The Sky, and a path from your place to it, hovering above NYC. I take your phone, and arrange for Bix Biderbecke to meet you for coffee. I go with you, but not until I raid my various weapons caches below 14th street and sit nearby in the coffee house, filling shotguns, loading clips into automatic weapons….you leave Bix for a second and ask me why I’m doing this….I say that I am heading to Soho looking for a painting to buy, and that I would meet you later at the High Line….
When I do, I have taken a round or two (with bandages!) and have spent all my ammunition, but I have the painting I wanted….You take it from me and sort of “press it” into my back, telling me that’s what editors do….
We then take this pair of giant bubble wands and with a solution of bubble soap, cotton candy and catnip make a “walking tunnel” alongside the High Line… for cats..
Then I went back home!
I even sort of remember my assault on the art gallery….half John Woo, half Woody Allen. Oh! I just now remember you “telling” me that NYC has way funnier Jews than Woody Allen! (while I’m in some crazy gun battle!)
This is how my noggin works….
I’m so jealous. I hardly dream, or remember dreams, at all anymore. Ironically, I’m just now in the process of trying to cut back on caffeine to see if that makes any difference. So did Ron pick up on my jonesing for coffee and blazon it into the dream I can’t have? Ron, could you please fly here on your paper rescue airplane and bring me some dreams?