someone was chasing us. i don't remember who 'us' was, but the 4 of us were being chased over a mini golf course, into a car, around the city. they were firing, everyone was getting shot but me. i felt bad about this, i knew they were shooting at me. the driver got hit in the back of the knee (while he was driving?) so i had to take over. eventually we lost them and went back to the golf course

it was really elevated terrain, a lot of climbing, and sometimes the hole would be 30' down a ledge from where you putted from.

maureen was with us. she had to leave in the middle of the game to get in a limo with a bunch of record execs to negotiate a contract for an album.

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