I was trying to get together some old paintings I had done. I was taking an art class, and the teacher liked my work so much he wanted to publish a book with me. Unfortunately his work wasn’t very good. He played one of his songs for me — that’s right, songs — and the mix was terrible. We were staying in a ramshackle old mansion, potentially with thir13en ghosts. My dad was Tom Hanks. He had bought black contacts to make himself look spookier. The outside of the house was covered with electrical outlets and light switches. When you flipped them on, various things would happen, like lights coming on, small dioramas appearing, or secret doors sliding open to reveal… salad? I don’t know what was up with the salad. Maybe it was supposed to be haunted salad.