09/09/11 - I'm at a dinner gathering in a house on the West Side of Olympia, and M is there, plus his mom, and several other people. I'm about to eat a potato, but I cut it open and see that the inside is full of roots. I'm really grossed out by this and start to scoop them out with a spoon. I think I get them all out, but then I look at my plate and there is a pile of dark brown dreadlocks on my plate. They're all greasy looking like they've been tossed with some kind of dressing and I'm supposed to eat them. This is really disgusting.
M and I leave the dinner party and we're walking around that neighborhood on the West Side. I'm wearing these black baggy pants that I've kept since my rave days, and which I never actually wear anymore. I'm feeling pretty self-conscious because I realize that M's mom must have seen me wearing them and may think differently of me now.
M is smoking a rolled cigarette and keeps getting frustrated because he has to keep lighting it. He finally rolls a new one and throws the old one in a bin of leaves on the side of the road. It's right in front of this truck, and two girls are standing next to it. One of them is blonde and she gives me a really snotty look. I want to tell M that the cigarette might catch the leaves on fire, but he seems irritated and I don't want to make him angry.