The Hang Fire Books Blog

The rantings of a bookdealer in Brooklyn, New York.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Bourgeoise Dreams

I woke up this morning thinking I'd heard a loud dripping all night.

I remember getting up and trying to turn it off but I couldn't and figuring that another of our faucets must have mysteriously blown out.

This is the most mundane nightmare I've ever had. Alice says that now I've become part of "the problem" and soon I'll wake up with night sweats over the prime interest rate.

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