The first thing I remember is being inside a bar with kids in college, at night.  Essentially, there was some conversation in which it became some kind of pivotal incident. I don’t recall exactly what was said, I just remember that it had something to do with a glass of beer which I was holding, and it was directed toward a girl who resembled my friend Sera, who worked as a psychic reader at one time, with her mom who also gave readings, and it was somewhat of a ‘cheeky’ remark, maybe ‘snarky’ — but not overly rude or hurtful, maybe just politically-incorrect. So my old fraternity buddies Ryan & Jason, more of the ‘stoner’ types, then seemed to get really scared for me, worrying about some kind of violent retribution/retaliation from Sera, because apparently she had a history of doing some things I ought to be really concerned about, if they were to be aimed at me.

Then I suddenly was speaking with my dad on the phone; I guess I had explained the situation to him, and he basically ordered me to leave town, like pack up and move to Chicago, like that would be easily doable.  I believe I was in Los Angeles at this time, btw.  I also seemed to think there may have been an option to go to New Mexico too, so I had some kind of choice about it, but no real choice about how immediate everything had to be.  So, then it was like Ryan & Jason helped me get all packed up, and that worked; it went quickly.  Then suddenly there was some incident outside in a parking lot where I went outside to observe, and I saw some police officers looking into a parked car, and they made some comment about how they could see pieces of ‘his’ (I don’t know whose) marijuana inside, which I suppose was scattered about. I remember not being too concerned about that, with the knowledge that I couldn’t become the target of this investigation, since I didn’t mess around with that stuff.

Then suddenly I arrived at Kevin O’Leary’s (a.k.a. Mr. Wonderful’s) place.  At first there were some moments of getting oriented, acclimated to the surroundings.  There were some kids around and maybe some toys. I then spoke with Kevin about my situation because I believe he extended me some form of partial support, like maybe I might be able to hide-out with him temporarily.  Then I went away briefly, then had a milk-chocolate brown girl riding on me piggy-back as I went up the stairs, arriving at the door to Kevin’s bedroom.  He was standing in the doorway; I thought that by bringing this brown-girl with me it would be like a way to participate in some kind of freaky sex stuff that would be happening shortly. The idea was sort of like those sex-clubs where single guys are discouraged from coming alone, or else they end up having to pay more, so better to bring a girl with you to help maintain their desired ratio.  Well, O’Leary shut the door and we could only see shadows from behind tinted glass.

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