I was in a town either west or north of the city, crashing at Phil's place. He and his roommate were having a weekend-long party but I wasn't there for it, just crashing. I was sleeping in somebody's room and in the morning kept waking up long enough to find a pen and paper to scribble down dream-poems. But I couldn't find a working pen and my eyes were too heavy to open long enough to tell my notebook from his, so I just kept falling asleep on my plans to write a series of poems involving the name "Phil."