My best friend Justin Timberlake and I are vacationing on the Jersey store. We go into a mega-chain store and he sees his picture on the cover of a magazine. He immediately snatches all the copies off the rack and hides them in the boys' dressing room. 'I'm so sick of my face everywhere,' he scowls. We walk outside and into an antique video arcade filled with Pac Man machines. Inside sits a fat mobster-type man who warmly greets us. He gives Justin advice about a recent break-up, and Justin gets angry. Suddenly the woman in question appears - an attractive but somewhat slutty blond. Justin confronts her as I feign busy playing a game of Pac Man. She runs off in tears and Justin grabs me. 'Come on,' he says, 'we have to get out of here!'

We exit the arcade and head for the parking lot, which is filled with used cars for sale. Justin throws a wad of cash over his head and jumps behind the wheel of a candy red 60's Mustang. As I jump in the back seat, he yells something I can't hear. We begin flying down the road at top speed. The open windows howl. He points to a small beige PC tower under the gear shift and makes a thumbs up, indicating that this model has been souped up. Abruptly, swirling cop lights appear behind us. As Justin slows down to look for a place to pull over, I wake up.