I sold my car for $750 to a rich guy who lived by the sea in LA. I was with S. and J. and a few other people, maybe in multiple cars. We pulled into the driveway and marveled at the compound, made up of several extravagant log cabins. The man strode out to greet us and handed me the cash. The car was already in his possession. How is it? I asked. Great, he said, great, and I wondered if I’d underpriced it. There were a few empty bottles left on the floor, he said. I said sorry, we like to recycle those. Thinking: We like to recycle those back home in New York City. Could you take care of them? I asked, and he agreed. I gazed through a screen of trees at the beach.