Mister White shows up: you smoke some pot and drink some beer and take the train to Coney Island. You see your roommate Peter there; he disappears into the crowd. Then Mister White disappears and you wander to the beach to look for him. It is so grey; the fog hangs over the beach. Small groups of two or three people walk up the beach as though they are the survivors of a battle. It’s the first time you’ve been at Coney Island since you moved to New York almost a year ago. “The Way We Get By” bangs out of the outdoor sound system. You grab some fried chicken, hop on the train, and abandon both Peter and Mister White.