An odd hybrid landscape, round trees and rolling grassy hills. Gazing into the distance wherei know of a trail that leads to a waterfall. I’m stationed in a bulky building laid out in a wide exurban truck stop surrounded by parking lots.
A friend and important person (on the level of a president) parks a long semi with cargo, inexpertly, in our lot and leaves it parked to hike the trail. They don’t have the skill to get it lined up in the marked diagonal spots though, assuming it’ll be good enough. It’s not though — legally our site counts as interstate commerce, so it’s regulated by the feds. The lines are there for evacuation safety and the semi is at risk of being towed.
My friend Reecy is opening a shop on one of the outside corners of the grey, industrial concrete structure. Her opening day story is intercut with a Strangers With Candy episode (complete with theme song). Also intercut towards the end is some oddly stylish and classy porn, porn which I can’t remember saving but the files show as from February 14 2013.
A small fire is (intentionally or carelessly) set inside the front room of Reecy’s glass-fronted knickknack store, trash dropped from above into a short can. Among the densely-packed low shelves it goes unnoticed for a bit. Mr. Jellineck (an art teacher from Strangers With Candy) pulls the flaming garbage out then cavalierly drops it down a hole in floor, where I can watch it land in a neglected basement understory.