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Last night I slept terribly. The asphalt, although warm from absorbing most of the days heat, was terribly uncomfortable and sporting varied bits of litter and gum. I turned to my troubling dreams. There was this fixation on space travel. What did it mean? Was this my destiny? I turned to my bottle of Scotch Whiskey for the answers. It gave me nothing – which to be honest didn’t surprised me.

My breakfast this morning was a latte’ and half masticated croissant found on a table close to the sidewalk. As I stole a few minutes lying under a Toyota Land cruiser parked out the front of a Bookshop, I took a stab at being creative for once. I’m a bum I understand that, but without my mind I’ve got nothing behind me. Using my dreams of Space Travel as the catalyst to thinking originally, I tried devising something new and exciting – the only thing I could muster was humming one of the themes from Star Wars.

Composed by Joel  at 5:46 pm