“I had a weird dream last night.” “A really. Weird. Dream…” —— My name is _______. I’m a good guy I think. And I like good people. That’s pretty much my sole criteria for deciding if I want to hang out with someone. And I pride myself in my ability to tell good people. Once I decide you’re good people, we’re good. Friends for life. I’ve been working for this guy out in the city recently. New gig. Still feeling it out. Doing odd jobs here and there. Mostly small things. Innocuous things. Sometimes even seemingly nonsensical things. Like going into an alley and moving a cat. Or buying an old tea pot from a specific shop and then breaking…