I'm in the back seat of a car being driven by a girl I slept with a few times in the mid 90s. Her friend who I don't know is also in the back - my old friend is turned around talking to her. We're on a windy forest road and I'm afraid we'll crash - have to take wheel from the back seat to avoid htting rocks on the shoulder of the road. I tell her she has to start watching the road or "let me out and I'll call my mom." I notice her friend has a baby.
We are at a restaurant. My friend's friend is writing letters. My friend is glad because, "This way, the baby can answer for itself." The baby gets cellophane tape on its fingers, I put some on mine and we play tug of war. The baby laughs. I sing drums sounds to the baby - baby talk width a lot of rhythmic hard consonants and I think to myself that this is good because most people talk to babies without hard consonants.
A song comes into my head and I begin start pacing in and out of the restaurant running it through my head so I'll remember it. The hostess is painting man's toenails and asks me to stop pacing. I return to to the table and the two women are gone. I'm unsure whether they've paid for my bill or not.
This was the song in my head, with different drums - a snare-kick-kick-snare on beats 16, 1 2 and 3.
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