Su mente se acusa a

Kristin dragged me out of a joint Korean-teacher's party to take me to Starbucks.
"You hate Starbucks.  I hate Starbucks.  Why are we here?" I said.  She mashed my eyes down and opened the glass door.
"Open your eyes," she said.
Clipped on a clothes line were a dozen of Kristin's music cds.  All enclosed in handmade cloth cases.  There were signs about Urban Promise everywhere, all of them in Kristin's loopy koala handwriting.
"How did you get permission to do all of this?" I asked, incredulously.
"I just asked.  They liked me."
"Amazing.  I'm so proud of you." Silently, I thought some of the signs were tacky.
"I don't care if I haven't sold a single cd.  You're here and that means the world to me."
"You haven't sold a single cd?"
"I think I've sold a few."

In a field I stared out into high grass with a very loyal person I knew from an underground bar.

In my office, with my feet on the large desk in front of me I defended my parents' alma mater, Texas A&M.  But my mouth wouldn't move correctly, my lips were falling off or I was fall-down drunk.  I was very embarrassed.

Desperately I searched for toothpaste for Thurman.  I couldn't find toothpaste fast enough.

Someone I maintain an innocent correspondence with walked into my bedroom and was visibly disturbed by what he saw, though, in effect, nothing was happening.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" I said, grabbing his skinny arm and dragging him into the hall. "This isn't what you think it is."

"Really?"
"I mean, I'm not interested in that guy."
"I know you two got together after some festival."
"We did?"
"How do you not know that?  I saw the whole thing."
It bothered me that I didn't remember this, but I continued.  "Well, anyway, to be honest, I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to be seeing other people.  Aren't you seeing other people?"
He went away and I was alone in a staircase.  Large doors swung open and I saw emergency vehicles pulling up and I had the feeling I was going to be taken away.  There were people in matching jackets but I couldn't figure out what they were for.  Were they emergency room staff, police officers, or gasoline attendants?
"Don't move." One said, at the foot of the staircase.  "We know the sniper is in there."
"Here?"  I looked around.  I couldn't see him, but I could feel something watching me.