Pirated Cola Cans
11-17-1999
It's nighttime in a very nice city with lots of nightlife. I turned invisible. I lightly and playfully punched the guy I was with several times with both hands, since he couldn't see me. He had on a black leather jacket. He took a bunch of pirated cola cans (scraped grey) to some fat man in the back room of some restaurant. Somehow we were getting something out of this. The cook was getting oven or something in exchange. My friend is suddenly gone. I run around the block and come through some arches out onto a bunch of steps, like a plaza. There are people sitting and lying around on them, mostly reading.
posted by Phlegm at 11/25/2003
