Dreaming of a new car…

 

I’m camped out with Ellen in the industrial area of Vancouver for the weekend, which is a ritual in my life.  It’s when I get to push Ellen buttons until she blows-up on me.  Then we start all over again.  Anyway back to the point the owner of the building where we camp out bought himself a new set of wheels.  Now got like this car it’s the thing that dreams are made from.  Namely mine…