....Fade in
to a small carnival scene, late afternoon, with rides, booths, the
whole nine yards. There’s a small pyramid about 30 feet tall that
people are going into and I’m in line. There’s an admission booth
outside the entrance and exit but for some reason you don’t pay
until you come out. As soon as you step inside it’s obvious that
what you saw outside was only the tip of an enormous pyramid, most
of which is underground. It’s dark inside except for some flashing
neon lights and blacklights all over. A long, long stairway leads
all the way in and down to the bottom of the pyramid, which is as
big as a football field. I see a few people I know. It’s dark
like a nightclub and the blacklights make it look like a 60’s freak
show where everyone’s stoned. I’m curled up into a ball in one of
the corners peeking out at the people milling around. Next thing
I know I’m leaving and the lady in the booth is collecting the
admission. It’s four dollars, and I only have a twenty. Instead
of giving me sixteen dollars change, she gives me twenty one-dollar
bills, so then I give her four of them back. She looks at them
closely and says she doesn’t want them because they’re
counterfeit. She denies that they’re the same bills she just gave
me. I can’t believe it and tell her these are the same bills she
just gave me and that’s all she’s getting from me. I start
walking away and she starts yelling at me. A few people are following me
saying hey man, give the lady four dollars, and I tell them to get lost. I keep
walking and a few people are still bugging me. There’s a tall
ladder leaning up against a building so I start climbing it to get
away from the people bugging me. At the top I pull the 16 dollar
bills I have left out of my pocket and look at them and they’re
obviously counterfeit too. It’s pretty windy and the ladder is
shaking and I’m trying to hang on and count my 16 counterfeit
one-dollar bills at the same time.
Fade out....
—Zimmerman Skyrat, 101Bananas.com