24……………………..41 last evening he woke up between a 24 and a 41. he couldn't tell the exact number, but since 24 was a few yards closer he decided that he was a 28. good ,good, good, last sunday's 76 was long gone. it probably immigrated to oyster bay, oysters enjoy the 76. the evening sun looked into the window and said "hello," he smiled and said "hello" back. with that sunny smile still on his lips he remembered last night. the people, the walls, the light, the music, the ceiling fan, the line, it all started this morning's dream last night at 11. the door opened, his girl walked in and brought the life with her. they both got dressed and went on to live it. 28 is great… tomorrow they are 12.