At some tiny racetrack, going around with the racers. They’re lighting smokes, etc., while driving. I wander around, looking at the stalls. Pick up some stuff. Listen to a story from one, climb up to find my shoes and toothbrush and go to my tent. I climb down and go to my tent. I have to go around because of security. Some dog starts following me and being affectionate. Gwen is there, dragging other dogs.
In a bookstore, looking at mags. Look for Playboys and see others, hide my thing. Look at the first page of a Batman.
My exciting life, this place