my sister and i were driving up to a toll booth. she had seen my brother in law go right through a toll booth once, without paying, so she decided to try it out. she drove wide around the end of the toll booth. she thought we had gotten away. i kept telling her it was a terrible idea.

at some toll booths they have spiky strips on the ground that come up and bust your tires if you drive right through. this one had lines on the ground with holes in them, and they shot flames up at your car. we were going too fast for them to melt our tires though.

i was telling her "nicole, they saw you drive through the toll booth, they're going to send cars after us. we'd better stop" but she wouldn't. she didn't even seem nervous, she wasn't driving any faster than usual. cop cars kept pulling up next to us, and i'd think she was about to stop, but she'd drive onto an exit ramp and go onto another road. there were more and more cars showing up every minute, and i was wondering if i was going to get into this ever increasing trouble, even if i was just the passenger.

we were walking along a road next to a building. the road was actually a race track. but it was ok, it was night time and winter and there were no races. but oops, there is a race happening. someone notices us, and makes us get off the track, just before the cars come zipping past. whatever, we think, we will just go across. so we cut across the middle of the track, and cross at the other side. the cars were way on the other side of the track, and we crossed without a problem. but they are pretty fast. i didn't realize they's get so close so quick.

we walk along the side of the track. we have to get to halifax. the side of the track is all slushy, deep as our ankles. we get to the end of the oval track, and start crawling through a hole in the wall. most of the holes have grates, but we can fit through this one. there is snow on the inside. we jump out, and once i do, i am waist deep in slushy water. it is freezing. but it's ok since we are now at the halifax race track.

i see vic eating little lumps of sausage from a vendor. the vendor doesn't want anyone to find out she sold vic sausages, because she'd get in trouble.

waiting for vic to finish, i sit down by the wall, shivering, and watch the race cars zipping past high above me. they are on an elevated track, and i can't really see them because of the wall, but i can barely see their tops. and i can see the effect they make on the sky. they're going so fast they are making the sky turn purple and pink and different blues. it is one of the prettiest things i have ever seen.

i was at a cafe in sackville. the whole town was preparing for a big event.

jimmy from shotgun and jaybd worked at the cafe. when i walked in he was super excited to see me. both him and fred gave me hugs, but jimmy's was much more enthusiastic. i thought to myself "am i on hugging terms with these guys now?".

jimmy showed me a pamphlet for the dance later that night, and then he asked me to promise to dance with him. he was so nice and sincere, that i said i would even though i was worried about not being able to dance.

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later the cops pulled over all of us, the college kids, who were in vehicles driving through fields. there was something big going on, a plot of some sort. someone told the cops i had seen everything, which i hadn't really. but i knew what was going on. if i only knew the names of those 4 ringleaders, i would have turned them in, because as much as i like illegal activity, these guys were dicks. but i didn't so the cop went away. then the ringleaders came over and were trying to intimidate me, in that super annoying way, "uh.. you didn't tell that cop anything, now did you alicia. we know you'd never do something like that" *glare*. i told them i didn't give a shit about their plot, and i didn't know their names anyway, because they were losers. i wasn't afraid of them. they went away too.

my dad was crying, and my mom wouldn't tell me why.

i was in ian's mom's basement. ian's mom lived way down at the end of the pier. her house was beautiful, all plush white carpets, comfy sofas, glass and chrome. we were practicing for our two shows that night.

i had to use the washroom, and i couldn't use the one the boys were using. so i had to go upstairs into ian's mom's giant restaurant. it was a really fancy restaurant. people had to put down a 300 dollar deposit just to eat there. she made me have some soup. she had a weird accent. the soup was really good. a girl came in, she looked just like this girl i met in newfoundland, but she was from kiev or some crazy place, and she had a strong accent. i told her about our show later, but after she left, i realized i forgot to tell her it was at bunkers.

so off we went to our first show of the night. it was in this huge crazy bar. i don't know if it was bunkers or not. there weren't enough inputs or something, so i sat at a table and watched. scott boudreau played acoustic guitar and he was playing my parts. i was delighted by this. everyone in the band was sitting on stools.

i was at a table with that girl i met in ian's mom's restaurant. we were doing a crossword puzzle, the clue was "rats and mice" i really wanted to put "savagogement" but she was like "no, silly, it's 'rodents'". i felt dumb, but still secretly thought the right answer was savagogement.

tf was still playing, but it sounded terrible. no one knew what they were doing. i went up to sing harmony with ian, but he would hold the microphone really far away from him, so all you could hear was me singing. then he walked off the stage and all i could sing were the harmony parts, so the song sounded really weird.

i was at some sort of all women's event. melanie and ashley were there, as well as every girl i know. everyone started singing the old bluegrass standard "i'll fly away". i was stoked because i've been listening to it alot on the o brother where art thou soundtrack. it was all girls singing, so everyone was trying to sing really high, and i had to sing really really low.

when it was all done, and everyone finished clapping, melanie announced that it was the single from some girl's newly released album. i said under my breath "yeah, hers and everyone else's" and the girl was standing right behind me. she was wearing a purple pantsuit. she just kind of laughed as i tried to apologize for being rude. i said "i just make jokes." and "it's just because i have been listening to the o brother where are thou soundtrack alot lately".

i was with an old man, it could have been my father, but he was too old.

we walked and walked down this dirt road in the woods. finally we came to it, the salvation army junkyard. it was a creepy place. the old caretaker (even older than my father), came up to meet us. his clothes were the color of rust, just like the old scraps of metal lying in the yard. he told us we could have anything we found but to be careful.

he started telling us about a young man who went inside the building and found an old college book, and started reading it. but he just continued to read it, on and on, and never showed the slightest signs of putting it down, day after day, night after night. i didn't want to go inside the building to see if he was still there.

then a young boy came, dressed in the same rusty clothes as the old man. he started telling us a story about the junkyard dog. it had the same creepy feeling to it. the junkyard dog just went round and round in circles and never stopped, not even if there was something in its way.