I go out to this little island that's not too far from the mainland. I'm on vacation? Little house on island. Lucy is there. She's so cute, running around, being all courageous in the water. Climbing out windows. I want to buy some acid. Now there are a lot of people on the island - almost a party. I ask this guy who looks sort of like Kyle. I've know him in my past. He's changed - a little more sketchy. He says he'll get some.  There's some sort of transvestite contest in the evening. I'm sitting near my mom and Cathy my cousin. At the end, a transvestite is singing a song and passing out little black pouches to certain people. He hands one to me and it clinks with 6 bottles of liquid acid inside.  Carlos is there. For some reason, I want him. He's a little hesitant with me but I keep snuggling with him cause I haven't seen him for so long. He tells me about Marc, his brother, how he's jumping out of planes in Montreal and now Vermont. (So the French are flying military planes in America!). Carlos is turning me on. Ay Carumba!  Somehow the guy who sold me the acid has a few 'questions' for me. I sense that there is something wrong. It is known on the island that I am with Cathy, Aunt Sarah, Julia, and Mom. This guy is suspicious of me for some reason. He hints about bad things like "if it's true... you're going to find her (Aunt Sarah's) legs ripped off and you're going to have to stitch them back on." I really have no idea what I've done wrong but I'm sorry that everyone has been dragged into this and that everyone knows about the acid. There are a lot of sketchy people around now. A U-haul pulls up with a bunch of black 'homeys' in the back. Things are getting rough.  One thing about the island is that it is super small...just my bungalow. Except for a weird hick neighbor with a fence around his yard. He seems never to notice me or anyone else. Once I saw him abusing his kid sort of. He had him pinned to the ground and he was spitting beer at his head.  I remember in the evening after the acid sketchiness, I walk to the other side of the island and there is a funeral going on. I burst into tears thinking that it's Aunt Sarah or someone I know who was tortured because of the acid deal. But it's not. It's some old, dry skinny person on a stretcher made of bamboo and leaves. Everyone is dressed very 'tribally'. I go near to see who it is and they start lifting the stretcher. I help but they lift it too high for me. I look around at the people in the crowd. They all look like yuppie guys in grass skirts. I cant bear to become a part of their world. [Lucy = my dog; Kyle = guy I worked with; Cathy = cousin; Carlos = French friend when I was sixteen; Marc = Carlos' brother; Aunt Sarah = my Aunt; Julia = my sister]