Tonight is all about the past. I know not seems. The present relinquishes into unnecessary exposition. Remind yourself: life has no plot. You need to stop thinking of it in that way. There is to real notion of a point. No plan. “There you are,” Christian and Kathy both say. I feel welcomed and it’s weird. I say, “something cliché.” It goes unnoticed. “Get in here,” Jack says. He waves his entire arm. I enter and ask, “So who’s Neo?” Kathy passes me a fresh can of beer from somewhere. “Keanu” she says. “I think it means thank you,” Christian comments, “in Hawaiian or something.” The beer is cold and I accept it. Kathy smiles, nods, smiles. I lower myself to sit on some foot rest. Cushions are on the floor. Pillows. Piles. A blanket. Hipster chick speaks. She motions to jack. “I was enlightening him to our shared individual ability to shape reality and cause change.” I blink. She radiates ugly pretention. I think about her Little Mermaid hair. Hipster chick smiles, defeated. “We construct the world. You know, it’s ours.” Jack laughs. “I get you, Zo, but you're saying that this is the point of the Matrix?” This makes me laugh. “How high are you guys, right now?” I ask. Jack and Kathy snort with laughter. Everyone laughs, now. Hipster Zoë, too. At them, us, herself. “Only the first one though,” She says. “The other two were crap.” “I’ll drink to that,” I say and her smile widens a little. Then I look at Jack and no one else is looking at him. Christian might also. Jack and I make eye contact. I think he mouths “for real” and I don’t hear it but I think I do. What he’s really mouthing is “fifth wheel” but I won’t put that together until tomorrow. Right now the hipster chick is into me and I’m not ethically opposed to going for the block.