i am in a bar that seems familiar. i am on top floor talking to the bartender about other bars in area, i keep trying to remember a name of one. we cannot come up with it. there is a neon sign that keeps blinking, i can hear it.

i go downstairs and sit down with some women. a few i know, most i don’t. i talk to allison. a few regulars argue with me and they attack. i defend myself well, and hurt them quite bad.

management approaches me. she is an older woman that looks like kim campbell (? – first woman prime minister). she tells me that i must leave for causing trouble. i agree that it’s not my fault, but to no avail. women agree to leave with me.

i decide to leave but can’t find my coat. i look for it for a long time, asking people if they’ve seen it. it seems hopeless, but i don’t panic. there is something important inside the right pocket. i never find it. fade to black.