I was looking for a hedge trimmer, so I found this Mom and Pop hardware store. When I got there there was a slight altercation going on between some rednecks and a few black guys. Nothing serious, just some mean staring and a few words being exchanged. I went inside, and it turned out that the store was run by an old lawyer I knew named Ed. Ed had a hedge trimmer, but I wanted something with a long handle on it. He had a handle that he attached, but then I couldn't operate it without reaching way up front. He suggested I try another store.

I went out to the parking lot and things had escalated. The rednecks had brought in more friends with guns. Then everybody started shooting each other. I watched them all die in a flurry of mutual gun fire. With me and a couple other onlookers standing there at the edge of the parking lot, I was filled with a sense of disgust and dread.

Then I woke up.