this was a few nights ago, I think.

I was walking around some club or restaurant with some friends when we spotted Michael Jackson talking to somebody. He had no entourage or anything and was just in a normal conversation. I whispered to my friends that he looked really fucked up (as he does). But I still sorta wanted to get my picture taken with him.

Also, been reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami before going to bed, makes for some weird dreams. Good book so far.