(old dream) 02.14.03: i was in a hotel with my friend ron who is a globe-trotting backpacker who is on a 1 1/2 year world tour while on leave form his job as a mergers & aquisitions consultant with a big-deal NYC firm. we were in some south american or african 3rd world country in a dirty, sprawling city. we were up in a high-rise apartment building, watching the sun set through the smog. it was a humid, hot evening. i met ron's travel companions, including a guy named christian. i realize i have dreadlocks, or at least what feels like dreadlocks. my hair was long, and woven into braids with thin strips of dark leather, so they felt heavy and thick. one strand starting from the back, left side of my head was woven differently than all the rest and with a lighter shade of brown leather. that's all i remeber.