then I coloured with Prince at a cafe.

Just before waking, we saw Prince Rogers Nelson alone at a cafe table adjacent to ours. He looked completely dejected, looking at but looking through the butcher paper and crayons strewn across its surface. Abstract clouds of light blue and bolts of purple graced the white. We got up, walked over, and said, "Hey. We're going to join you," and we grabbed a few crayons, adding to the pastel sky abstractions he'd already laid down. He looked annoyed, but in that same expression, more glad that we'd broken his ennui and come along. Then I woke up.

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While a mostly happy bookstore fixture for over two decades, Guillermo Maytorena IV is currently willing to entertain your serious proposals for employment as a literary/cinema critic, goth journalist, castellan, airship pilot/crewperson, investigative mythologist, or assisting in a craft brewery. Should you be connected to any of the above or equally interesting endeavours, do contact him.