Journal #54 – Lucy On An Ice Rink In The Sky With Rubinstein

'Blow Wendall! Blow!' yells Winifred as the old man presses his cracked lips to the bubble trumpet and heaves another lungful of air into the swelling bubble of Dreambrew that forms a transparent, oily sphere around the three of us. At this stage I'm happy just to go with the flow, barely blink at the …