Dreams Aren't Worth The Trouble  I'm at the apartments by the Deer Theatre in Oak Valley. There is a black boy there. His white boss, who is racist, has hurt him. He may have been shot. I help the boy escape and get away from the boss. I'm over by Oak Valley Bank. There is a warehouse with a stack of wooden pallets and a power jack there. I am working for Pepsi. A head honcho for Pepsi whose name is Shapiro comes by. He sees that I'm not doing much work but that's okay with him. My friend Kevin Simpson operates a forklift. There are two Asian boys there. One of them is named John, and I know him from working at the Brimson Library. I chase the boys, and fight them. I stab one of them in the bottom of the foot through the shoe with my Swiss Army knife. I say, "I don't want to kill no one! That's fucked up!" I have cut the boy and he is bleeding, and blood is everywhere.  I am in the alley at home next to the old vacant lot several doors down. I am with my friend Kevin Simpson and the two bloody boys. I say that dreams aren't worth the trouble. A car is coming down the alley. I tell Kevin to move the two kids on the power jack so they're behind the old tool shed that stands on the corner between the vacant lot and Trammell's lot. I go behind the shed so people don't see me.