I fell asleep this afternoon while reading some story in the sorely disappointing Best American Short Stories 2007. While asleep I dreamt that I was cleaning my teenage bedroom when Jim Walsh and Mike Doughty just happened to stop by. They each took a seat on my king size waterbed and I started begging them to play “Left of the Dial.” I believe I told them it was my fondest wish. I never got to hear them play it, because Mike Doughty was too busy tuning his damn guitar. By the time he was ready my parents came home and made them leave. However, Jim Walsh asked me to go camping. So that was good.

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