i am elevated, on some sort of loft, peering down at john cusack.
he is rummaging through a large blue rubbermaid container, which holds myriad items.
mostly folders of papers (but some chocolate too).
he shuffles through them, pulls a red folder out and says,
"these are my extradiction papers. you never know when you are going to have need of Them."
sometimes i worry about myself...