I am back at my room which is this giant place without walls. I am trying to save the gold fish that got on the floor because of the negligence of my lawyer.
I am in my bedroom, the one I am staying in at the convention, and I am waiting for this girl to come over because I want to have sex with her but she never shows up. I keep going out on the convention floor but I have no shoes and my feet are a mess because the bathrooms are really dirty.
I finally get back to my bedroom and the girl shows up but my feet are dirty and somehow we are in a line at a bank and the guy next to me in the next line has no idea how to balance his check book. He keeps asking everybody in line the names and address of the people that he wrote checks to. I know some of the names but I do not tell him.
The girl is smoking a cigarette and putting the ashes out in the pocket of her black vinyl coat. I no longer want to have sex with her.