I'm coming home from somewhere, at night. I end up riding on this house being pulled by a tractor. But I'm worried about my bike, it was parked leaning against the house, and now I don't know what happened to it and I want to go back and find it. But I can't.

Then I am at a bar in Newberg. I just want to go home and see my dog, but we've ordered some beer and food, and the waiter just isn't bringing it. I'm tired of waiting, so I go over to complain, and finally they give me everything and more, like a beer in a glass, and two large cans of Coors, plus one small mini-can, and some sliders or something. I guess I have to stay here and consume it all.

I sit down with my brother Steve and we're catching up. He asks me about some girl I've been seeing and I say that there's no telling all the hanky-panky that goes on.