Worked as a process server in rural America. Stayed at a house in the desert where a Fox was sleeping under a bed. He had found a scout pack filled with useful things. I went through it and tried to find mace in case people being served got violent. Found it. In the morning the fox got up and walked around. He was going to leave, but I petted him and he lay down and rolled over like a cat. I scratched his head for a while then had to get going. I was actually filling in for my dad, who wasn’t sick or anything, he just wanted me and my brother to cover his shifts. Went to a TV station in the middle of nowhere. The cross streets had cool names, but I only remember Union. I came up with a great rhyme about someone going up to the roof of the station to kill themselves. I wanted to turn it into song lyrics, so I went inside to try and write it down, but I couldn’t find a good spot to write, and I lost it. I realized it was getting late in the day, so I went to leave, but the parking lot had turned into some kind of amusement park. Some guy said he would give me a ride (on the rollercoaster?), but I didn’t trust him. There was a commotion. They had locked the doors to the garage. I was suddenly a reporter covering some kind of story happening at the station. No one trusted me. They showed film of me doing something shady. Was it a strike of some kind? I really needed to leave and serve all those subpoenas before it got dark. My dad was waiting for me. I wish I could remember those song lyrics. I think they were really good.