Daytime in New Jersey. My destination was 60 or 64 Diamond Hill Road in Berkeley Heights, NJ where Marie Jamar once lived. All the trees which surrounded that house had been razed and the building was long abandoned. I stood at the foot of the driveway staring up at a bulging patch of moss inching its way across the rotted siding.

Someone came up to me and handed over a brick of pressed marijuana. Best damned thing I've eaten in waking life and while dreaming. It wasn't dry but it was tasty. While walking around the house and wandering through the empty cracked backyard pool I was nibbling on my treat.