I'm out of the sun, in shorts and a t-shirt, but sweating like my brother Richard after a coffee. My fancy bits are murky and musty and screaming to be let out.

The campus is covered in unnecessary construction projects. Someone in the administration is making a lot of money in kickbacks.

"Piss off." I say, as I have to step to the side to avoid his hand.

"Please don't edit it." I say, "The last lady removed my mole."

"Then YOU chase it," I say, giving her my stick.

I look around for a hospital, but I know the closest is a 10-minute walk away. There are no pharmacies either, not even a tissue and bandage store.

"Has anyone seen my bullets?" she asks.

> Lisa's got her red shoes on, > Lisa's got her red shoes on, > She'll have them on all day long, > an' all day long she'll sing this song.