Wednesday, May 19th, 2004

I’m walking through a house with a WWII-era rifle. The house belongs to my dad and is traveling on a train track. He sees me and asks me if it’s a real gun. I try to lie to him but he knows. I tell him I’m just going to fool around with it. To prove my intentions, I give him the magazine. As we pull into a station, I take aim at passengers getting on and off a train.

Later…

I’m watching as some happy people from a wedding party are running down a path in the woods. The groom is black and the bride is white. They stop briefly at a statue and the groom notes that it’s of “another black man."