Wednesday, August 18th, 2004

I’m in a car with Susannah’s dad (or some other older man) trying to get home. I’m following traffic and looking for my street. We end up on a narrow street heading back downtown. We both notice the street is so narrow the buildings on either side are practically leaning on each other. I reach up and push one building back so the tops aren’t touching.

We reach an even narrower area and encounter a couple of long dinner tables where snooty people are having desert. We rush them through it so we can get through.