Going to a hotel for the Chicago Comicon, maybe. I run into Tracey, who said that her comic book, which was like James Owen’s Starchild, was going to be about whatever and drugs. This made me feel uncomfortable. "Well, I guess that’s okay every once in a while." I was excited to know that Tracey had a comic going. Then she told me that she had some pot in her pocket.  We walked into the foyer, very Mexican-looking, and we ran into James Owen. He didn’t have a face, but he did have beige pants and a blue polo shirt. I think he welcomed us to the Con and then we went in. Tracey disappeared and soon Jeff Janicki and I were quarreling about our identities and school activities with an uncooperative desk clerk. She refused to believe we were who we said we were. After the matter was cleared up I visited the next door juvenile detention center where my head was pushed by my childhood nemesis, Mark Bourbon. Sarah was with me and we ran through the bushes to get back to the hotel where Sarah disappeared and then reappeared and something happened, I’m not sure what.
2)?The yellow and black bug wouldn’t leave me alone. It was the size of a small rabbit and hopped several feet into the air, always trying to land on my face. Later, I ran into Joe outside of ballerina school (we used to call him ballerina because of his last name).