I wake up to: “up here”! Um... Carlos? What? You think that was me? No... it was my ol’ buddy Jake. He’s always had a reputation. Man. All this “reputation” is going to have the cops on our tail. I thought. Hey Jay... I miiiight know why you are “famous”. I see a poster on the wall. I read: Jay Gonzolez: concert Saturday noon. Come now! Don't miss your chance! Well... that explains a lot. I say. Guys! Anyone got a podcast I can listen to? I've got a phone and earbuds. I say. Juke Boss!? Bro, that's my favorite band! I shrug. Guys? We should get home now. Ok. Bye! I sleep very soundly. I don't know how, I just do. The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Jake spray-painting. Jake! I scold. Heeeeeeeey, you’re awake! Sigh. I am now, man. Sorry bout’ that. I was just reminding myself of how fun it is to do graffiti. I used to do it with my friends tricky and- wait for it- lucy! I laugh in response. Wow! This lucy sounds a lot like me.