Key:
a long line of kids my age outside of my work place. holy shit a gun? no- a lighter, no worries. pehry passes joints around. were gonna be here awhile. moving along, all of a sudden i'm alone. my surroundings have changed now that i "look up" i'm in a borders books/clothing store, asking people where the line went. dirty looks, still lost, think about taking small sketchbooks but i have a dream conscience. we were supposed to see the abandoned building- oldest submerged bathtub and dead bodies (i can "see" what it looks like)