Don't Feed Them After Midnight

A few days ago, I fell asleep after hearing the second "The Best Of William Burroughs" CD from Giorno Poetry Systems. Especially the vivid reading of "Tío Mate smiles" must have followed me to the other side. I dreamt about a big meeting of my family on the veranda of some small mansion. I particularly remember seeing my two grandfathers, both dead in real life. Everybody was wearing 1920ish clothes, black suits for the men, and most eyed me with a knowing, slightly evil, but not unsympathetic smile. The atmosphere was that of a Mafia clan. I liked it. Actually, my paternal and maternal family are as petit-bourgeouis as can be, plus they aren't exactly close, and within the two families there's constant bickering. Burroughs probably idealized his own family the same way, in "Dead Roads" and other places.