Walk down to the gamelan room at UCLA. There’s only me and another. Play a little and leave.
Sitting on a porch. Roger and someone else comes and sits. The other guy pulls out a tiny thing and gives it to me. I close it and inhale. The stars start showing the constellation lines. I give the thing back and he refills it, but spills a bunch of liquid all over. I walk out and up the hill. A bunch of ROTC groups are running down the street. I jog back to my place.