Dream:
     I was still in high school. Some fashion magazine sponsored a contest to find the prettiest girl in school. My name was one of five on the ballot. I won. My prize was that everyone who voted for me had to pay me $1. Sam Williams voted for someone on the basis of "best handwriting". I was acquaintances with Beck, although I wanted to be friends with him. This one ugly and socially awkward guy kept trying to set up dates with me and finally I said, "I don't find even one part of you attractive in the slightest."