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speak up, i didn't hear you
last night, i dreamt that i heard on the news that the canadian government was finally returning the severed portion of van gogh's ear to the netherlands. i was in toronto, about to go to a show with several british noise/ psych rock bands i wanted to see. this is part of a festival that will go on for a couple of days. on the first night, as we are going in, i'm separated from dom and end up wandering around the thick crowd on my own.

on the following day, i'm heading out of our hotel room when dom tells me that it was our friend richard johnson who gave the celebrated van gogh ear to the canadian government and that he had been given it originally by my grandmother. i'm shocked to hear this, but i pretend that i knew about it. i call my mother to tell her and she is shocked, so i continue to act as if my grandmother had told me about this.

not close by
then i go out for a while and meet my grandmother around the corner of yonge and bloor. we get in a cab and i ask him to take us to dundas st. unfortunately, he takes us to dundas in a far-flung area of town and i have to argue with him to get him to get as far back towards town as dundas and dovercourt.

the place where he lets us off has a school that's just getting out and there are kids everywhere. i seem to have a bunch of wet napkins in my hand.

my grandmother insists that it's not that far back to downtown, but i keep telling her that we need to find another cab. i try to ask her about the ear, but she doesn't seem to hear me.

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