At a stadium, they’re selling it. We talk about how much it would cost per month. Walk through the office, there’s a big cage with old stuff in it. Talk some more, there’s odd stuff in the cage, like a mini bicycle. Go outside, they’re having a meeting about the sale. Some boy comes running in, with people chasing him. I catch him and wrap up his arms and legs with tricky martial arts holds. They cuff him to me and we go to his room. His friend tries to escape with him, but a handler comes and cuffs us again-plastic this time. He injects him with something, but misses and gets me. He gets him and puts the cuffs on. We talk about music and he likes grunge bands. I recommend Babe the Blue Ox-ask him if he knows the reference. I boast that I saw Oasis in ‘86 in Manchester.
My exciting life, this place