Yuk Bon

i am part of a manhunt for a killer; fragments of me walking through VG and springs before this; then there’s the manhunt and he’s spying on us so we try to fake him out (hands raised in a circle?) and then we get paired up and go out searching for pieces of clues or whatever. i am paired up with Bee and we are arguing in the way that we did where every trivial thing seemed leaden with Import and i grab her ass as a joke and she takes it too seriously and is all silently fuck you about it when we run across this guy and then I am dead, and apparently the afterlife is a fucking hike through traintracks and an abandoned building full of pipes that leads into a bank lobby without a floor (nothing but water). Everyone marches across this long track and on the left people get separated into tented off areas, and behind them there’s boats and water and stuff. but if you keep going to the ‘bank teller’ area, to get to the ‘tellers’ you have to sort of cross this stone floor that disappears and so you have to imagine it being there (or pretend that it’s not not-there). Taylor (WTF) helps me get across when the floor disappears, he grabs my shirtneck and just fucking hauls ass across. There’s a teller i recognise but she avoids me and i learn to ignore the floor so i can walk on the air above the water OK and she stops ignoring me then, i leave the bank area and Cookie’s there and we’re both ‘assigned’ to this guy, short skinny mustache, and cook wants to write a letter to the living he left behind and this gets me thinking about my wife & son and I want to write them a letter too. cook and i bullshit our way into the real world with mustacheguy, a breakfast joint next to a real bank with post office. cookie distracts and i mail the letters and just as we’re getting found out i wake

going to bob dylan show with Little Trouble Girl and it’s in a mall and we get lost and separated and back and getting there run into Bee and she’s mean and I am very polite to annoy her and to keep from totally blowing up and then i ignore her and go into the place it looks faux-roman, someting out of a 60’s movie and i wake

in a big megamart warehouse, like a costco or super walmart and i am running around trying to find and get my guitar from Los but it’s still being fixed so i just wind up taking his Jackson (with a dinky neck) or maybe custom Ibanez instead

i am in kentucky, driving in a fucking van, heading to a folk gig just me and my acoustic guitar which is not my current acoustic which is a cutaway but rather a dreadnought and i run into Little Trouble Girl who tells me she blew her boss, telling me “i guess those lap dance lessons paid off” and a coquetish look which is totally unlike her (because she has strong moral objections to boss/employee hanky panky) and then i run into the twins (i think shawn? i don’t remember) who offer me a guitarist gig in their metal band and i tell them i’ll sit in but i still live in miami dudes so i can stop by but regular gigs here are bit of a bitch and the alarm goes off and i wake