KittySquirrel

I'm discussing the commute of a work colleague who recently left the firm. We're discovering it was much longer than we had initially been told. I was imagining him driving for all that time, sitting in traffic for hours every day. What would that be like.

Jean is showing me footage of the Police, pointing out how cool it was that the audio synced up with the video during the drum solo.

I'm at someone's house, a friend of J's. There's a large collection of video games, specifically N64 games, but many of them are mods of Super Mario 64 (like ones people have made online of the game, but in physical game form, with pictures on the cartridges). There is an argument between J and this unknown friend.

There is a woman here at some point (combo of Jam & Am) who identifies my bracelet as some form of awareness for something, and we join hands, intertwining fingers. It is a charged clasp, with feelings mounting. Matriarch turns up and comments on the clasp, saying we are playing a dangerous game...

An upstairs bar, a combo of lodge room, Barney's, and that one in Bellingham. An event took place and we are leaving. A growing feeling of distrust for J, but still going through life together.