My mother comes and pick me up in a van. There are several chubby dead bodies in the back seat. An old man on a gas station snaps in the skin on the dead bodies and finds that it is of the "finest quality" and that he knows what he's talking about because he's been working with breeding himself. Later I take my friends dog to Mexico to visit my father who've just open a new  aquarium store there.  The dog just wants to lay down and die and I suddenly realize that I did not tell my friend that I have her dog and I feel much regret. 

On the way to the aquarium store I meet a lady who works on some kind of brothel. She leeds me in to a booth with the smell of sweat and dirt. She says that it's mostly men that go there and that they wish for more female visits. She says that her language is "mexican", not spanish. Then she corrects my shirt collar and I show an excessive amount of gratitude about it, even though it feels wrong. When I'm trying to get home, the highway is full of running dogs and grey corps.