I'm at N***'s, (not N***'s, dream N***'s), it's late, seems there's a party or something going on, she's in the next room watching some TV show, pseudo-scientific BS narrated by every alumni from Star Trek, her child is engrossed in something...we're not speaking, really, N*** and I, so I decide to pop out and grab some Vodka. I ask her if she want's something, she tells me a bottle of Grappa, and I'm a little surprised, she's holding a little glass mini, squarish, J&B embossed on the side, double check, no, she wants Grappa...
...Now I'm looking for my boots, and everywhere in her house there are boots that resemble mine, her boyfriend, 7 or 8 pair of leather workboots, drywall boots, beside my skates, N*** boots, a pair of leather boots that seem to be mine, searching, everywhere, everywhere there are boots, hundreds of pairs, but I can't for all my searching find my boots, and I need to leave...