In my dream my mother lays out a beautiful patchwork curtain with pink beadwork and orange slashes. I want it for the new house. That’s after the massively productive artist sets up his regular street stand in Harlem and before my three-way with Winona Ryder gets derailed by the insensitive comments made by our third: a guy we picked up because he was cute, but who is proving to be fussy and a bit of a misogynist.