All across the city there were riots at all the bookstores, people throwing books out the windows and picketing and chanting slogans about books, although I'm not sure what they were so upset about. I was in an underground garage babysitting for this 4 year old boy I know only he was really tiny, like a small baby, and I was holding him and we were laughing. Then I feel a presence and look over and there is President Clinton standing there over my shoulder and we started at each other smiling. It was very romantic. Then an India Airlines bus came and I got on it (leaving the baby with the President?) and they made me put out my cigarette. As we drove through the streets I saw bookstore riots on almost every corner.
