I dreamt last night that I was invited to dinner with President Nixon. I didn’t have a car so I had to walk there. And old friend walked with me. We strolled down the center of the street I grew up on – you know the one.
My friend was smoking a bowl. I said: You shouldn’t do that, we’ll get arrested.
He smiled at me: You wish.
Later at dinner I asked President Nixon “… if the recent news about Donald Trump reminded him of his last days in office?”
President Nixon said :Screw you, I’m dead.
I didn’t know what to say about that.
Nixon smiled then and said: I’m gonna have the beef stroganoff.
— waking up to more snow in April.