LAST NIGHT I had a dream. I was at a party. The music was loud, the light was sickly and in the air was the smell of swamp gas. But there was something not quite right.
I sidled up - cool as an ice-cube - to a cute little thing with a pair of luminous slacks and three eyes. “Hey, sister,” I whispered. “What’s the name of that exercise you’re getting?” She looked at me like I wasn’t even there.