November 2, 2005:
There's a party in progress inside your home. Huge. People you don't know, people everywhere. Young, all of them. Younger than you. Sleeping in corners, under desks. You're angry because something of yours has been lost, a microphone. You're looking for the fellow who had it. One room after the next, full of people you don't know. One couple are dressing after having sex on one of your beds. When you find the missing item, it's different than your memory. It's the stereo version. You don't remember ever owning the stereo version.