Card Playing is Illegal  I'm with a group of people, consisting of one guy and three girls, sitting on or near the side of a road. I recognize my friend Yvette Ullman. She is topless, and has very large breasts. We are going to play cards. Yvette doesn't seem to be conscious of her nakedness, or if she is she doesn't care. I try not to look directly at her chest, but it is hard not to. She stands up and puts a big bra on.  We are now by the railroad tracks in Oak Valley, near 3rd Avenue, outside by a road playing cards. The police all and say they've been getting calls about gambling and card playing. Everyone starts to put the stuff away. I tell them to hold on, and I run across the tracks to a green house where the Teavor family lives. They have a phone on the outside of their garage near the door. I pick it up and call the police. An officer picks up the phone. I yell and sweat at the person. He yells back. I tell them it's my right guaranteed by the constitution to play cards if I want to. The officer brings up my past, asking if I've ever been stopped for speeding. It turns out that recently I had been going 26mph in a 25mph zone and the roads were icy. My car spun around. A cop stopped and questioned me. I hadn't been drinking. The cop kicked my car. The blackmails me into not pursuing the card playing issue because I was going over the speed limit and could have been given a ticket. I yell at the cop over the phone that this is blackmail! I was being harassed! I hang up the phone knowing the police are on their way. I tell everyone to leave their stuff and run. We do. My gradeschool classmate Sonya Nittles is there. She is running in the same direction as I. I go forwards to Carter School. She starts to follow me, then doesn't. That is good because it is easier for me to travel alone. I run towards the bowling alley. I'm wearing a life preserver (life jacket). I jump a fence and scrape my wrists a little bit. The cops are looking for me. I go into Billie's daycare to rest. I peer out onto Holy Avenue. Two police cars go through the intersection of Holy and 2nd Street. One of them turns and drives down Holy, towards where I am. I run inside and go into the women's bathroom. I take the garbage bag out of the trash can and throw the life jacket in, putting the bag back in place. The cop car is rolling slowly down Holy. I think I can elude it.