At class with Gwen Stefani. We sit there and some religious stuff. I chat with the teacher about other classes I’m in. We walk down the road, then walk back. I go to another room to look for my notebook, find it.
In tromping grapes with Gwen and a fight erupts and spills the grapes.
In a park with rents, a concert is going on. I sit the wander around.
I’m lying here, some voice is coming closer.
My exciting life, this place