Sad Joe's
Last night, I dreamed I found my dad. He was sitting in a little store called "Sad Joe's." He was on a green bench along the back wall. There were some other people at little tables, reading and such, with their coffee. Dad was conversing with a moron who sat nearby. No, a real moron, not a dumb guy. I walked up to my dad, who had gained quite a bit of weight, and I felt so happy. "Hi, Dad," I said. My breath returned to me, full and satisfying. But when I spoke, a machine echoed behind me,... Sign in to see full entry.