Interpretation of Dreams I

I had a dream and Robert Evans was in it. Worst dream ever, right? A group us were going but I had to run back home and grab something. My home circa 1986-2006 in Blue Collar, Ontario.

So I yell back to Robert Evans, "Robert Evans, are you taking the bus?" "Yeah." "Which bus?" "Haven't you ever taken the bus downtown before? The Grey Goose."

Damnit, The Kid, you can't ride a bottle of vodka downtown. Uptown maybe, but not downtown.

(Picture in B&W to deflect any of the orange glow that emanates from The Kid's skin.)