Trying to remember the combo of a lock but I could not.
Deep dish pizza.
Taking a class somewhere.
Getting a paycheck.
Enough for a Roth?
Also, Will Randall. He was trying to find me. He came to my house but I acted like I wasn’t there. I thought he was going to break the door down. I crossed the foyer and I think he saw me. I left via some other door to attend the class I was thinking about.
I flew. Before class. I was walking walking fast but then I picked up my feet and just scooted along. And, damn, I even said to myself—this must be a dream.
The lock was for a locker for stuff during this class.
Separately, my mom was livin in a bad hood. I wanted to move her. I got shot at twice.