25th
Day Three
In an apartment complex on an ocean cliff. No, after stealing that baby’s keys and going on a walk, I see that it is a hotel. The sign says so. I’ve only brought shorts to wear, and a short, dark wig. There is a special floor occupied by a group of long-haired men - some aristocrats, some incredibly wealthy musicians. They live there, the hotel opens up, becomes like a train station, and they are midfloor in the train station. Six arches reveal dim glimpses of the inside, opulent, decorated as if by a South African. I want to say hello, but end up in a game. We are in a circle and are meant to each come up with a dare. The black man next to me dares everyone to lick their neighbor’s face. I do it, and the taste is awful (short girl). I am about to go. I have decided on my question. With horror, I realize that it is not a good question, or a dare, but that I am going to ask it anyway. Will they kick me out? “Have you ever, under any circumstance, imagined you resembled a BEAN?”
