I return to my house on Garden Home Road, and look in the window from the front yard. It is as if a raging party has been going on in there for a few hours, while I have been gone. I realize that I have forgotten my wallet, somewhere way across town, and I am going to have to go back and get it (*).

In the yard, I stumble on a fire extinguisher that has some other household apparatus attached to it, no doubt some drunken experiment. Oh well, I'll have to deal with that later.

For some reason I sneak around the back of the house, peeking in to see what is going on inside. My old friend Monte is in there, and is the only one I see. I go in and talk to him, but his face is very disfigured, like a burn victim. He says that somebody poured acid on his face. I'm trying to understand why this would happen, but all he says is that they poured it down one side, and then down the other side. It's pretty horrifying.

(* - I was wearing my hiking pants today, which have a tear in the back pocket such that they don't hold my wallet, so I had to carry it separately in my backpack, mentally noticed it missing several times, and then had to go back in the house to get it after I had changed back into regular clothes.)