I have a revolver and am looking for bullets for it, painting pictures of women I want to leave. Then I ride in a car with men who take me to where I can get bullets. I have to be careful. I wipe my bottom, the paper is brown. We arrive. I draw a bullet and get the real cartridges. I have cream in my hand and spread it over the teeth of others, except for the woman I find attractive. Then I go back and ask her if she wants some too. She says, ‘As long as there’s no coriander in the cream.’ I put my finger in her mouth and ask if it’s disgusting. She agrees. When I pull my finger out, she sucks on it briefly, as if she wants to express her closeness to me. I laugh freely and happily. We talk a little more.