James with an 8mm  I'm in a room with a keg, where a small party is going on. My roommate Jens Nils and his girlfriend Natasha Lens are there, drunk. My friend Stephen Ramos and classmate Becky Happs are there. I fill up with beer a brown wine bottle that had been filled with my rhubarb wine. I am reaching for something and bump my lucky lottery candle, breaking it. The candle is huge: about 2 feet high and 1 foot in diameter. It's a clean break.  We have a meal with wild rice, among other things. A man that looks like my neighbor Addison walks in. I say, "Hi Addison." He is stern looking, and says his name isn't Addison; it's James. I apologize, and say, "Hi James." He walks into the corner of the room without speaking. He moves slowly and surely. He chases me out of the room, taking me hostage. He has an 8mm pistol. The Hall Administrator (HA) is there, but doesn't help my. I knock the gun out of James' hand, and punch him. We wrestle. I tell for the HA to grab the gun but he doesn't. Finally I reach the gun myself and shoot James three times in the head. The HA didn't do anything!