I had a dream about Sir Paul McCartney.
Ice Cream Suit and I was carrying a digital camera. Sir Paul McCartney wanted me to take his picture inside the chimney of some sort of meeting hall on the south side of Geary Street located somewhere west of Park Presidio and east of 23rd Avenue. We got to the entrance of the meeting hall and it was full of people. The entrance was a big D shaped lobby with two conference rooms breaking off from the top and the bottom of the curve of the D. There was a fire place on the straight side of the D. The people in the dream, who all looked like Farmer Hoggart's wife from Babe, went into the conference rooms. Sir Paul McCartney climbed up into the chimney. He wanted me to lie on my back in the ashes of the fireplace and shoot up the chimney while he did what ever it was he was going to do. People started coming out of the conference rooms so I couldn't get in the fireplace to take Sir Paul McCartney's photo so I just stuck my arm inside the fireplace, aimed the camera up and snapped as many pics as I could. Everyone thought it was weird. I left before they kicked me out, leaving Sir Paul McCartney in the chimney. I never heard from him again.
Nice Pictures - Where'd you steal them from?
Some of the pictures in my blog were taken by a photographer called Julie Michele. Some of the pictures were either taken by me or someone I know. Some of the pictures were ripped right from the internet, mostly from google image searches from photographers to whom I may or may not give credit.
Rest assured I make no money from any of it.