At twilight, I did drug-related rituals by a shrine of candles. This was on a rocky 2nd story balcony, overlooking a choppy beach. When I came back into the Super Sam’s Club, where birds flew through the unending darkness of no windows and high ceilings, I paced through aisles of overbearing cleaning supplies too see if I could make an outfit for the ceremony.
The people filing into the sectioned-off area, where hair and make up would take place, asked me which color dress I would like for the awards ceremony. I was tickled that they didn’t assume I would be wearing a tuxedo. Looking through the rack of dresses in the poorly-lit warehouse I said I wanted a black one, but didn’t like any of them so I chose to go naked.