Walk up to a tiny car dealership in downtown LB-no cars. Greet the guy, and talk about the car. He has the sheet, and I look it over. The numbers look inflated, but I ok it. The car will take awhile to get here, so they’re delivering to the one by the circle. I take the paper, fold it and walk away. One of the girls shows up and I walk back and say hi. Walk away, and some kid is dancing in the parking lot across the street-I try to find him. Some people look at me as I walk.
Going back home, then to meet my parents. I walk across a bridge and mom calls. She says she’s in Cuba and I get upset because I was supposed to meet her at home.