Dream Sequence

June 15, 2010

Satellite Bar, Leidseplein, AmsterdamHis local trouble behind him, Sam entered the bar.  Filled with smoky women and tattooed air, his senses told him something had changed.  He was a man again.  Arms, legs, eyes, ears; they had all returned to him and were now being punished from the assault of the vuvuzelas as they erupted from the flatscreens.  It was Germany versus Australia, and it was sure to be a good fight. Read the rest of this entry »