  We were driving south on Pine towards my old apartment on Fifth Street. The car in front of us was a red Fiesta with a blue driver's side door. I'd recognize that car anywhere. My ex-boyfriend Brian used to drive that when we were together. We turned east onto Fifth Street and somehow slid right into the back of Brian's car. The car was crushed from the back corner to half way up the driver's side.
Tony kept on driving. He didn't know who it was. I saw Brian trying to get out of the car. I told Tony, "You have to stop. It's required. You hit him. " Tony drove down about 2 blocks and we ended up at an outside mall like the one at Universal City in California. We got out and were walking towards the mall. There was a group of Puerto Ricans near the entrance smoking a joint. Tony stopped and was talking to them like he knew them. He called one of them "James". Later, we went back to my apartment on Fifth Street.
I guess we were living there. We went inside and there was a party going on. I saw the chick that Brian left me to be with. She was pregnant. She didn't recognize me. I saw Brian but he kept running away from me every time I tried to talk to him. I went back to the mall later by myself. I was eating at a McDonald's there when Brian came up to me.
He was dressed as Ronald McDonald but I knew it was him. No one sounds like him except him. He said "I need to talk to you, but we can't be seen together" That's all for that part. Later, Tony was deciding to make a green stripe down the side of our car by scraping it on the side of a building that was green. He did one side and then the other. It looked really bad. 
