i was buying cigarettes in stuttgart

i don't think i've been to stuttgart
but it was all run down
and the pretty little
look we are a simple country town
with medieval architecture
all rebuilt after WWII like nothing ever happened
was grafittied up
and i looked at this
and i cried

i don't know why

but it seemed important
anyway


i was buying cigarettes in stuttgart
and they were super expensive
but when i got them
they were some sort of weird bindi cigarettes
so i was all like:
hey, i'm sorry, but can i switch these out for gauloise
and they're like:
sure, but that's gonna be thirty more dollars
which i didn't have in cash
so i paid twenty
and charged ten
and then it turned out that that included breakfast
which was cool
this beautiful woman cooked for me
but i really needed to go
because i had left the baby in the car
well, it wasn't a car
it was a climate controlled media room
and there was a bunch of food for me to take back to the baby
yogurt and fruit puree and stuff

and i had to go
and i was telling the girl i'd come back to her
or we'd meet again
or something
because i apparently knew her, somehow

but
when i got back to the baby
who wasn't maybe actually mine
i think i stole it from my mom
and i'm not sure now
was it a girl or a boy
anyway
when i got back
it wasn't breathing
it was a memory foam pillow
and it's temperature had dropped
and i had to push it and massage it
and warm it up before the baby started to be a baby again
and subsequently, to breathe

then i handed the guy
who may also have been me
the baby
and asked him to feed it while i got us the hell out of there