Daydreaming.

In prison, I daydreamed.

If you could pretend that you weren't there, it was easier to be there.

Curt G. Jimenez in his dreams, never stopped practicing the piano, never shot his best friend, had enormous hands, and became America's Vladimir Horowitz.

Curt G. Jimenez, in his dreams, once struck out 24 batters in a game for the Pittsburgh Pirates. His curveball was said to be headache inducing.

Curt G. Jimenez, the famed pitcher and concert pianist, had an intense sexually charged relationship with Veruschka von Lehndorff, in his dreams. They played chess together, in the nude.

Daydreaming reminds me of the Brain in a Vat. Hence the picture.

I am going on my vision quest. If I can get the money together, I'm going to take Stella's ashes to Bubbling Well Memorial Park. It's in California, but it is said to be very, very beautiful there. The Ghost told me about a movie about Bubbling Well called Gates of Heaven. I hope to watch it.

Anybody ever been to Tiger Mountain? How about Yuba City?