You can't always get what you want, but sometimes you can.
We were supposed to meet Dabor at Gray Area at 4:20, but we were half an hour late.
Amsterdam is funny--you think you're going straight but often you're moving in big curves.
It's a very circular city. It's easy to get turned around for any number of reasons.

We bought a cheap wind-up alarm clock so we wouldn't miss our morning flight and
then set off in search of bottled Grolsch pints and some additional groceries for a
veggie feast at Dabor's apartment, which luckily wasn't far from our cabin at Zeeburg.
We stopped in Vondelpark rose garden to catch the last of the sun. Cruisers and lunatics
wandered the rows. As it cooled off, I mentioned how I'd gone the last 5 months without a jacket.
I'd looked but failed to find one. Dabor said he'd give me one, just my size; nice too, but he was
done with it, it was time to move on. When I protested his generosity, he said he'd give me two.

I wonder what would happen if I started to visualize beyond clothes and cartoons?