I am the Admiral. I wear the coat of the Admiral. I will give you my phone number now, in case I die. I was on the radio this morning. I walked to my car in the rain. There was a woman on the radio after I left. She plays the violin very quickly. Her neighbors say she mows the lawn quickly. I've determined that I am in Wisconsin, where it is still foggy by the railroad crossing. A man lives in an apartment nearby. He has an ironing board in his living room. I recognize the air conditioner. A golf tournament is underway. It is on television. The players were famous photographers. They used Graflex flash attachments. I will tell him that you are waiting. The field is dug up. And I must cross the terrain on foot, while on the phone with someone who does not talk. I am in a concrete stadium. My watch is digital. I am late for a date with a woman who despises me. In my dream two nights ago, her hair was blonde. Now it is brown. I am the Admiral. I wear the coat of the Admiral. I saw myself in the wind. From behind, as I crossed the street this morning.