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There's a strange kind of show at a supermarket. Not many kids are there. For some reason I have to do a presentation with a political theme: I use an absurd amount of shopping carts to represent different categories of people. [At the time I had a clear idea of what I meant, but I no longer remember the details. I think I was trying to demonstrate how hard it is to manage people, because of/in spite of the categories we try to force them into?] Later on, a tall local rapper approaches me and says he didn't agree with my presentation, but as I talk to him it becomes clear he had a totally different interpretation of the symbolism of the shopping carts. I repeated most of what I had said about the shopping carts during the presentation, and it seemed to clear things up for him, although I was confused as to why it seemed like he was hearing it all for the first time. Later, my dad's handsomest cousin has died and I have to transport the body to Echodale Avenue on a public bus. I'm on the bus when I find this out, and so is the body, upright but inside a body-bag like the kind you see on television. We are several stops past Echodale on Harford Road, so I nervously get off the bus and prepare to haul a large dead man to the house where I'm supposed to take him.