Walking up to a house, go in, upstairs, looking for someone. There’s a weird baby in a room-I get out of there and leave quickly.
In the basement of a Chinese grocery, sweeping up. There’s a large room with a curtain across-look in and it’s all open to the outside. Go down the hallway.
At school, park my car and walk over to the classroom, go in, class hasn’t started, but a group is doing a play and there’s a band. They stop and I want to play harmonica. All she has are weird ones. I ask for a penta or a chromatic.
My exciting life, this place