My head had huge red boils that needed lancing.

Nicole was driving somewhere and I was riding along. I was going through the glove compartment and found many unopened ambient cds from some box set. I started to unwrap them all. Two guys hopped in the car. Some blond guy named brian with green eyes sat at my feet. He just stared at me and I at him. He had brown flakes near the edges of his pupil. We stopped and Nicole leaned against a brick building as she sat on the concrete. She proceeded to cut herself and pour wine in the bleeding wound. She then stuck lit cigarettes in the cut. I only saw her do this to her ankle. Then she put a Band-Aid on it as green pus oozed out. Brian kept staring at me and the other guy paced by a lamppost.

I was running through the rain to Tori Amos’ house. She wasn’t famous, just a friend. She lived in New Orleans.

I was in a physics class with Hamid and Kip. Since there were so many people, we were split into boys and girls. I went to the girls’ room, led by my chemistry professor Dr T. I was given my choice of a broken chair or a wheelchair. I tried both and neither worked. Ii tried to prop the three-legged-chair-that-should-have-had-four-legs on the wheelchair, but it was uncomfortable. I then ripped off the three legs and placed the cushion on the wheelchair and sneered.