Last night I dreamed I arrived in the big city and there were Nazis all over the place, picking fights and stuff.

I crashed at the house of a guy I sort of knew. In the morning he gave me his phone number on a ripped-up five dollar bill and said, “Good luck finding a place to stay tonight.”

Went outside and someone had stolen my bike’s wheels and seat and handlebars, stripped it right to the frame where it was chained to the stairs.

And then some angry vegan guy started yelling at me for wearing a leather jacket. He shoved me so hard, I stepped in his organic herb garden; so he yelled at me some more.

I thought “This place reminds me of Toronto or something,” and I looked around and it was.