I have had a horrible fight with my parents and have gone to live with Henry Rollins at his communal apartment building. I thank him for letting me stay there and he nods and says okay while talking on the telephone. I get my stuff situated, then grab a backpack and head for the library. The library is laid out very neatly and the floor has multiple levels with shelves made of lovely wood. The entire feel of the library is very warm and inviting. I am swiftly moving across the floor, more like gliding, actually.
From a distance, I see Tracey’s cat racing across the floor towards me. She leaps up at me at lands on my arms. I have been thrown into a defensive position, but the cat has used my arms as a springboard to rip out part of my hand and take a nip at my face.
I quickly get the hell out of there and head back to Hank’s place. I give him the nod once again on my way into the apartment. Smith, Columbia College Residence Life Security Officer is also there, in a dark room, sitting on the couch, also talking on the telephone. I need to get to bed. I am tired and bleeding.