Thanks for the continuing to send me some of the most wonderfully crazy photos on the planet, Marieta.
THE MAGIC OF YOUR DREAMS HYPNOTIZES ME
Dumpy slouch-walks down creep-street.
Dumpy is obviously down on his luck and wouldn't have considered frequenting the worst part of town if he had had even the tiniest kernel of self-respect or hope in his heart. His shame hangs heavy on his shoulders like a dirty old shawl with "I'm a sicko" embroidered across the back. Creep-street is a sneaky little alley that cuts between abandoned warehouses and this is where the bargain-bin hookers hang out.
Dumpy's eyes are squished into slits, buried beneath a lifetime of dead dreams. His pupils dart back and forth in search of affordable relief.
That's when the time-traveling music video from 1984 pops up out of thin air. For a few seconds a woman dressed as a teacher lip-synchs to pre-recorded music coming out of three monitors which surround her. A camera man with a "Who's the Boss ?" t-shirt and stone washed jeans, gives her a thumbs up. Obviously, they are rehearsing the video. Apparently, they are stuck in a time-traveling adventure.
After several seconds of registering, tears squirt out of Dumpy's eyes and he turns to go home to turn his life around. Thank-you time travelling video from nineteen-eighty four, he whispers to no one in particular.