Burgess Meredith

I pull my car into a parking lot behind a dive strip club. I am there to meet a famous actor either Arnold Schwarzenegger or Sylvester Stallone. I walk in the back door and into an empty room. The walls are peeling and chairs are stacked against a wall. I go down a hall past a bathroom with a rust stained sink. A naked woman walks past me and the hall ends in a large room almost filled with guys sitting on more of the same ratty chairs. There doesn’t seem to be many dancers around. I walk past the actor that played Rocky’s manager. I don’t know if I’m supposed to talk to him or not.

Waiting

I’m driving a U-haul truck with a bunch of stuff in the back. I’m not sure if I’m moving or camping, cause there is a tent set up in the back of the truck that I’ve been sleeping in. I get a call on my cell from Dave, I’m supposed to be at the airport to pick him up. I tell him I’m on the way. I’m parking outside of a regional airport, but I know that Dave is arriving at the Dallas International Airport. I picture him standing in the hot sun outside one of the terminals. Then I drive the truck out of a grassy field next to some woods and towards the road.