Fighting Al Livern  I'm in my neighbor Wilma and Gary Stein's yard. It is winter, and cold outside. There are some young, naked people in the yard dying. The youngest is a small toddler, who is cut loose from something by a tire. Three people from the group can die at once. I chase my classmate Al Livern, who is in the lilac tree. He runs away. I chase him. We fight. I smash his nose into my knee, and his nose bleeds profusely. My nose bleeds a little bit too. I think of my high school classmate Tom Dement. I know Tom bled when he was in this situation. The three young people are dispersed in the yard, separated, to die at once. I either want this to stop, or I want four people to die at once: one in each corner of the yard.