We were getting drunk at some weird “Fredericksburg” event, but it was really a TINY TINY town with one main street. We got drunk, walking down the street, kind of being boisterous. But I was more sober than the rest, and Greg was the drunkest.
Greg got a tennis racket or a ping pong racket — this all related to the semi-rural party in real life we went to with Greg the night before, where someone said they would give me ping pong paddles. The building at the end of the street was a cop hangout, with them playing ping pong in visibility of the main front door.
Greg decided to tennis-racket a ball into that building and interfere with their play. “Greg, no!” I knew it was a bad idea, and knew it was a cop hangout. Some cops came out and confronted Greg. He did not cooprate and said something uncooperative…. And they instantly tried to arrest him and all our friends.
The entrance to the building was 2 sets of 4 separate doors — an atrium/airlock/supermarket kind of setup. I quickly went into the very right one, then turned around, and went back out the very left one. I did this to make it appear like I was walking in the oppostie direction from the group getting arrested.
It worked! I was the only one in the group who didn’t get arrested, which meant I got to facilitate bailing Greg out.
“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
– Xavier:Renegade AngelMood: phew
Music: The Beatles – Rocky Raccoon