I'm leaving my work. The air seems brown and dusty, like a midwestern dust storm passing through.

As I come to the light at 5th avenue, there are some guys there who are somehow harassing the drivers, like trying to make money washing their windows, but then robbing from them, or something more serious. I see the guy chasing after a car, and take the opportunity to zoom past.

I stop at the light up on Beaverton-Hillsdale, but it seems like I've already made the turn toward Beaverton, and I'm stuck behind a truck. Beside me is a cop, and it's as if we're standing in the road. The semi-truck ahead of us is covered in a tarp, and me and cop are discussing the tarp. It is pulled very tight, brightly colored, and seems of very high quality. It looks very strong, and reaching out to touch it, the cop comments that it is very soft, too. The trucker found this tarp a long time ago, and really liked it, so no wonder he still uses it.