Have to get to my parents’ place in RSM. David Bowie pulls up in a limo and says to get in. He reprograms the GPS and I try to call them.
I’m in a conference room, trying to call someone. I dial wrong and the receptionist tells me what to do. Call again and it’s some English woman. I say it’s a wrong number. Marty comes in and starts talking about Arnold S and his alcohol habit. He has the “evangeline theory”.
