In a kitchen, cleaning up. Pick up a wad of money from the counter. Make a pan with piles of ground corn. Say I’m going to make a dish with it. Walk outside talking about how much work I do and want everyone else to do some. E gets mad and I walk back inside.
By the forest, walk past a fallen tree that people have made into a house with the tree as the roof beam. Walk back to the car and drive down to a driveway-almost miss it and slide around trying to stop. Another car is coming and I back into a spot to let him by.
With a bunch of kids, line up to get on a bus. It comes, and I get on and sit on a bench by the window. I put my backpack on the floor and try to get my legs next to it. No go, so I rest my leg on the backpack.
Outside 30700, a friend has a bunch of coke and I want to buy some, but E doesn’t. We go into the kitchen and I have the bag and try to hide it, but it’s full of air so I put a towel over it. Doesn’t work, and E bugs me about it.