It's the last day of school, as if college, and everyone is packing up to go home. This happy and friendly but slightly chubby girl is there, and I want to get her contact information before we leave. I'm supposed to go to the cafeteria with her but I can't carry all my stuff; I have all these chairs, the kind you take camping that roll into a tube, and I pile them up but no way I can get them all on my shoulders. I will have to go get my car and bring it around, and it takes too long. She leaves to go eat.

I'm still packing up my stuff from this kitchen area, which is almost empty but cluttered with small debris as it gets when people are moving. On top of the fridge, I find a bowl with several balls of hash (the drug) in them. Hey, I forgot about those, must have been up there a couple of years. They are brown and sticky like these certain chocolate cookies. I stash them with my stuff.

I walk up the street to find the girl, and I come to what appears to be a potluck, with all sorts of food set out on long tables. The girl is there but she appears to be preoccupied and ignores me. They have potato chips, and I grab some and eat them but they are wrong. Instead of being thin and crispy, they are sort of mealy like they were ground up before being cooked. I look around and there is another bowl of chips, but they are the same unsatisfying kind.

I sneak off around the side of the house and take a bite out of one of the hash balls, which taste like the chocolate cookies. I share them with somebody. I don't remember any intoxicating effects.