toadie's dream about steven wright

she met him once in
a camera store. he rented
a slide projector.


that's a true story. it was the ferrante-dege in harvard square, she worked there while she was in college. but that was years ago and she hasn't seen him since then, and two nights ago she dreamt that she was housesitting for him, and for some reason she rearranged all of his furniture, and in the course of moving things she found a large blanket with each of its corners folded over. when she unfolded them she saw that each corner contained a tiny dead gorilla, about the length of an adult index finger. she suddenly became incredibly nervous and put the blanket back as close as possible to the way she had found it, and then she went to sleep on steven wright's couch. just as she was about to fall asleep she realized that steven was in the house, watching her, and when he thought she wasn't looking he ran over to the blanket to make sure she hadn't moved any of his dead baby gorillas. once he knew they were all accounted for and in good shape he ran out of the house.

and that was all she could remember.

i think this is hilarious, i want her to call him up and talk him into making a short film out of it with us. she does not concur. but if you do, please, say so. we'll circulate a petition and get this show on the road. i can't see him saying no.