Sep 16, 2008
Run, Bank, Run
I had a dream last night that I pulled up to Dunkin Donuts drive-through and David Foster Wallace was working the window. He very routinely handed me my order, two donuts – one glazed, one chocolate cake- and a coffee, and then conspiratorially asked if I had anything else for him. I reached into the glove box and pulled out a large manuscript and handed it through the small window. He looked at it skeptically, leaned forward and whispered, “No, you know, I mean for the bank. ” And so it turns out that in this particular post-apocalyptic dreamscape all the world’s banks had collapsed and now Dunkin Donuts would “hold your money” in mafia-esque black market accounts, because after all we need someone to hold our money. Are we far off from this (not the recently deceased writers working at Dunkin Donuts part)?
Nice Dream. Poor DFW, I never much got into his fiction, but his essays for Harper’s were utter genius and a hell of a lot of fun to read.
ah DUNKIN DONUTS drive-through !!! damn just back from California and I was already so surprised by the Starbucks drive through…