Hanging out in bed, someone impersonating Dad comes up and goes outside to pick up mail. I get upset, but it’s someone I know, so she comes over and I hug her and thank her and cry a bit. Someone is talking about how Peter Gabriel adopted a Down’s Syndrome child and put them in a rubber room.
In a bar, leave with a espresso machine cup. Go back and drop it on a tray. Some of the waitresses see me, say hi, and laugh. Say hi back and leave.
My exciting life, this place