In this one I meet a man in the street with two crutches; one of them is cracked. They are nicely sculpted out of sinle pieces of wood. He asks if I can help him find another one. I take the mans's crutch in my hand and snap it.

Feeling bad, we set out in search of a stray piece of wood to carve into a new crutch. We stop in at a tiny laundromat. The man there says he has a nice piece of glass. My friend asks to see it and it is curved and squat. Not suitable for ccarving into a crutch at all. He also has a nice turntable; we have a look at that; it's nice. The laundromat man is a gentle man with a big 'fro. He asks if we can take it to his place and we do. It's an unfinished attic loft, dark brown dusty wood and no hand rails. You have to pull the stairs down out of the ceiling. He has tons of audio equipment and I am wondering how we are ever going to find a crutch. The man from the laundromat is extremely grateful for this service. We have a lot of searching ahead of us.

On waking I'm utterly content in bed, and heavy as a stone.