I'm traveling on a long trip on a motorcyle. For some reason I can't pass the car in front of me, although we're both going very fast, like 100 mph. I have a cooler on the gas tank in front of me, and it keeps slipping to where it blocks my view of the gauges, and I have to scoot it back.

We stop at a wayside and I talk to the driver of the car in front. I also have a little can of snus, and I secretly take one out and slip it in my mouth, but Natasha (or was it Jacki?) sees the can and asks me what it is. I just show her the top of the can. She says I need to hide my drugs better. I think about my stashes at home, imagining I have various drugs hidden loosely all over the place (of course, not really), and I should find one good hiding place.

The taste of the tobacco is bitter and horrible. I examine the pouch, and it is torn along the seam, letting all the tobacco out. They are green leaves, but they are brown and dried on the ends.