"she just got back from her facial"

if theres something i know... its that people really dont care about what you dreamed of last night. oh well, here you go...

theres more to it, but all that matters starts here. im with sara from my physics class and my friend emily williams... emily told me i had to come with them "to the spot" but they weren't sure how to get there. so we drive around aimlessly, she calls her friends asking where to go... when eventually we get to this dirt road. and from there, we're told to walk. by now its really dark outside and the only light we have to use is the moonlight. im getting really nervous, but i dont say anything. we walk until we get to this weird clearing, thats marked by garden steps. you have to walk up this huge incline, they said. so we did, and we get there, and we see this old community center that still looks nice but apparently is in the middle of no where. SO many people are there... then they all start interrogating me. i look over, and i notice the place is actually a drug dealing place.. emily's talking with this guy and they're exchanging packages. so im pissed, looking around really nervous... when i notice theres a light on in the shed. and i notice bill clinton in there.. and he's cleaning up some fall leaves. so im like, oh god, heres my chance.. i call him over, and ask everyone to take a picture. he keeps saying "im in a bad state, if you dont mind i look this way." and all of a sudden like, thirty people take out their cameras and all i can think about is, "you'll facebook this, right?"