"But yeah, I uh should be going, I gotta hit the hay, then go to sleep." Sean said and he extinguished his cigarette by rubbing it into the ground.

Alan was so tired he just responded with "Yeah man. See you around." The sky was starting to get lighter now, it...

"Dude your missing the show." He said.

"Come on come on." And he pulled him inside.

"Here we are!" Aaron said, and he led Alan to the dance floor. 

"I found him he annouced." 

Imogen ran up to him, and hugged him. "We were looking everywhere! Thought you went home."

She had to...

The house was big, rooms on every floor except the basement where the show was. 5 or so bands Sean knew. It wasn't his house, but as they walked there he told Imogen that he practically lived there. He was an organizer, an ENFP he said to her. Alan could...

Alan's dreams were broken up, scattered, and chaotic. For some reason he had dreamt he was living in the first house his parents lived in, but it was different. Clothes scattered everywhere, and some newspapers seemed like it was boarded up and abandononed. Then when he walked outside there was...

"Yeah there was uh I don't remember this show, or maybe it was in Anthony Bourdain's autobigraphy, but there's this game we should play before we go."

"What is it? Cards against Humanity? Not interested."


"Do you have an egg?"

"Uhh, I think, but I think its pretty old too."

"Yes, so, uhh  gather...

Alan was tired still, or groggy his brain fried but slowly coming alive to the night that would unfold. 

Imogen was different a bit. He'd only seen her at work, serious dedicated, and focused. There she seemed like his level, now though she was like way cooler. Smoking bowls and...

He was fading fast, it was some mixture of warm tea and the cold and the sun. He needed to sleep, then he knew he'd be okay. 

"Will you guys let me sleep for like two hours? Then I'll be good. Cross my heart."

"Cross your heart what are you some...

She road the train back. Something she'd never done until the way there. Her friend didn't act impressed on the way, but she was amazed. All the scenery and the people passing by, and she didn't have to lift a finger. And there was a snack cart, just like the...

The tea place was quiet and sweaty. Clear windows glazed over with steam. Every table had a pot of tea, there were couples, and triples, and large groups all gathered over a pot of tea. Alan liked this, he felt like in another country this was normal, but here, it...

Ashley had been trying to reach her for awhile, calling her, leaving her voice mails. She'd been distant the past week, but now she was better.

In Chicago she was busy, living in a more communal place, taking the room of another friend in a big house cooperative. The house...