Time travel

And when I say other day, I mean Jan. 10, 1993. I picked up a book at a bookstore in Toronto on improvisation and art. And then I went to the Future Bakery (I kid you not) and had some of their garlic mashed potatoes which were excellent and garlicky and then I went home and put the book on my bookshelf in Hali in March of 2007. Go figure. Was it the potatoes? Will continue with the experiment this eve.

Do you find it sticky?
God. I’ve got it all over my fingers.
Do you have a Kleenex?
Hey, I think you’ve got some on your shoe. Hey, you’re tracking it all over the floor.
Jesus, I’m never eating these things again. These caramel cone things. What do they call these again?

Everybody’s doing it now. There’s a teleportation station somewhere in Japan. (I know ‘cause I saw a picture on the “Net”) So there’s gotta be a time machine around somewhere. Just the other day I met this guy from 1945. He fit in pretty well. The waist was a bit high on his pants and his shoes were kinda’ funny but he talked just like everyone else and he seemed to be enjoying his vacation in 2006, so I figure…