I mourn in my truck with some kids from across the street who have lost a friend of theirs I did not know. They burn a piece of paper to make some representative ashes...
At a construction site I see two men throw some dynamite in a bin of
boiling oil then run and hide under a tarp. I move away, wincing,
expecting it to blow up. Some other people notice and move away from the
bin as well. When it doesn't blow up, I decide I need to tell the foreman
about it. I walk through the woods to some apartments, looking inside each
one for the foreman. Mostly, they are empty or populated with people I
"knew from the dorms" but actually no people I know. In one apartment, I
check the bedroom (dark and messy with an electric bass leaning against
the wall) when the tenants start locking the door to leave. "Wait, wait,"
I cry, and they let me out. I try to explain what I was doing inside their
apartment, but they don't seem to care.
Back at the construction site, my boss (a tv show boss) tries to stop me
and give me an assignment. I try to explain to him the urgent mission I'm
on, but he won't listen. I'm forced to walk away from him, leaving him
fuming. I search the construction site for the foreman. I walk past the
bin and see that it is now empty of oil with a stick of dynamite in the
bottom. I ask a worker if it blew up. He says "no" and looks away.
I find my boss eating with the foreman and one other, sitting cross-legged
on the floor at a low table, Japanese style. I join them as they are
finishing a shared serving of what my boss declares to be "Rob's best
sandwich ever." It is a pickle relish and swiss cheese interior surrounded
by a molded pickle relish and meat shell. I try a bite and it is, indeed,
delicious. My boss quickly finishes the last few bites, stuffing his mouth
with them so I can't have any more. He's obviously still angry with me.
My boss rolls over and gets a large ceramic sake pitcher and hands it to
me, telling me to fill it with "wine... no, rose...no, whiskey... the
finest scotch you can find." "Enough to fill four sake cups," I ask?
"Exactly." He's beginning to forgive me. I carry the pitcher into his
mansion and slip a little on the tile floor, almost dropping the pitcher.
The other servants look over then return to their chores.