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I was a popular artist, and some high-end museum had commissioned some work. I was going to take some tree roots and cover them with paper mache. But somehow all the supplies for my artwork ended up in this black guy's car. He started driving off with them. So I hopped into my car and chased him. I followed him all night. Finally he stopped for gas at a convenience store. As he was inside paying, I hastily piled all the stuff from his car into mine and then got in my car and floored it back to my studio. Then I wrote a letter to a friend, telling her what happened.

*I am in the field in front of Kouril’s house. I think I am going somewhere soon. There are some other people with me and we check the bus timetable at the old metal bus stop. It is summer time and it feels like late afternoon, maybe 6pm. I think there is a black person there too. I go back to my house and pas by a group of people walking towards me. One member of the group is a punk or Asian or so. Then the black person starts shouting something at the punk guy. He wears green “bomber” jacket. He turns around and walks towards the black guy. They start arguing and soon fighting. Then other people get involved in the fight. Suddenly someone comes to me and we get in a fight too. I use different fighting methods, elbows and such. The fight talks long and many people is involved. I feel like it’s a good way to practice.