I leave the party after smoking the cigarette. Musette had insisted that I take an Uber home, but that is a little too intimidating. I have her subway pass, and I use it to get home with.
Through my intoxicated eyes, I fall deeper in love with the underground.
Musette is asleep when I get home. I take the dog out. He passes something. I can’t tell what it was. I try to examine it, but I am on a busy sidewalk. It looks like a big bone at first, but I don’t know, it might be cloth, perhaps a sock.