Ozzy is freaking out in a band meeting. He’s fed up with drugs and wants to quit. He’s tossing around bags of cocaine and dope. I corner him and talk to him some.
Trying to leave, but it’s super snowy and slippery, and no one wants to take me. Walk back and look for my car.
Meeting with some recruiter and she says that the client is super interested in me and wants to look at my resume. Gives me an email address. I walk back and out.