Back to school carrying metal scrap

I'm entering the Asheboro high school through some sort of sewer entrance. I can hear a rock concert going on inside. I have to climb a fire escape without railings and chose a path to one side or another of a red ribbon to get into the building. Both sides of the ribbon smell musky and sweet.

Inside the door, I approach a cafeteria line. They seem to be closing. There are tobacco alternatives for sale. I ask a worker which one is like the smell to the side of the ribbon closest to the wall. He shows me and I ask for between 1/2 and 1/2 ounce of it, unsure how much it costs or if I'll have enough cash to pay for it. I also need rolling papers but he hurries off carrying something as he closes shop. I turn top another employee to pay, but he tells me to just take it. I unwrap it and find it to be made of course red thread.

I walk back towards the sewer entrance and notice the band playing is Venison - a Minneapolis band from the 1990s. A girl with a troll like smashed face stops me - I don't recognize her. She says we've known each other seven years. I calculate that we must have met during college, but can't place her.

In the parking lot, I find myself carrying a piece of scrap metal several yards long on my shoulders. I'm with my dad and a few other people, some of who also are carrying large pieces of scrap. Nobody knows what to do with them. We try to pile them in a way that they'll support each other but they dangerously swing like a mobile. I worry that someone will get hurt as I realize kids are getting out of classes and have to walk near the pile of scrap.