|This is a picture of a trunk exactly like mine. Big, isn't it?|
|This guy is down to party.|
So I was sitting on the rim of my open car trunk and all that went through my mind. That is what I thought of. A car went by or person came out of the restaurant whose parking lot I was parked in, or something happened that snapped me back to life. But for a little bit I was seeing it all in front of my eyes so vividly. It was great. There was a lot of junk in my trunk, except that it was all in my mind.