SOMEHOW ROBERT DENIRO IS THERE. WE SEEM TO BE IN MY BROTHER'S ROOM, IN OUR HOUSE ON COMANCHE DRIVE. THE STRANGE THING IS: I KNOW IT IS ROBERT DEnIRO, BUT IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIM. IN FACT, THE MORE I LOOK AT THIS GUY, THE UGLIER HE SEEMS, AND THE LESS HE EVEN RESEMBLES ROBERT DENIRO. HE ISN'T HANDSOME AT ALL. I START TO DOUBT THAT IT IS ROBERT DENIRO, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE IT MUST BE HIM. HE SEEMS TO BE TRYING TO LEARN A PIECE OF MUSIC, AND I HELP HIM. HE IS USING HIS HEAD AND BODY TO COUNT OUT THE RHYTHM AND I THINK, "this is how Robert Deniro must learn lines, they're like music."