The night of November 11th, 2007

I am in the passenger seat of a white SUV. Autumn is in the back seat and her mom is driving. We are barreling down the highway, though some city. The road is very curvy, and we are going very fast. I am nervous, uncomfortable, and scared. I am holding a wooden block of cheese like a steering wheel, trying in vain to control the car with it. Starting to cry, I look back at Autumn in the back seat. I push down on the floor with my foot and scream, "You have to pull over! NOW!" We exit the highway. ~ I am standing outside the car under an overpass. Near me is a square fenced-in area. A border patrol agent is telling Autumn's mom to get out of the car. They are looking for porn, and gambling is illegal. The smaller officer, who looks like Janeane Garofalo, says, "I bet you have a winning lottery ticket in there." The officers claim that Autumn's mom is resisting arrest. I ask them, "How could she be resisting arrest, if she wasn't being arrested?" ~ That is all.