Espero que usted se ahogue en alcohol.

I sit in a theater with Sean from Nip/Tuck to my left, awaiting some rehashed horror movie that's being re-released to hit the screen. On my right sits Robert Blake, though his physical attributes aren't vivid enough for me to be certain. He wears all black and sits quietly facing the screen. Out of the blue, this man starts conversation with me, filling in the gaps as we wait for the film. He never really turns to address me. Then he starts handing me money. He tells me to take it all. I refuse, pushing his hands away and telling him that I don't need his money. Then he starts removing family portraits and a varying collection of personal effects, shuffling them in with the cash and again attempting to force them on me. This time I humor him, though startled, and accept the cash but return the family portraits and such. Then I just remember him staring at me, and I felt his contempt. Sean then pulls me up from my seat, we flee the feature, and it is later revealed to me that this man has been watching me for some time and knows everything about me. It is also revealed that at this point he's practically a serial killer, and he hasn't had any sore luck with any of his targeted victims thus far. Then I panic as we sit outside in the brightly lit and populated lobby sitting dead-center of a shopping mall.

As I wake up, I hear my door creaking. My grandmother enters the room, predictably, and she tugs at my feet to wake me. No response. So I was hoping she'd just step out the door as usual. Instead she continues to tug at me, pushing me and poking me. Then she panics and feels for my pulse and I quickly open my eyes. She kneels down and cries and exits the room. Enter my grandfather, who then instructs me to get up and to pretend to like everything. This is the beginning of my day.