
On our way pulling out, the second failure happened to start. Bee-John pulled out from parallel parking where a huge car behind him rammed the side of his car. The guy came out screaming “I had the right of way!”, and the two spent a terrible 30 minutes debating and exchanging insurance. Meanwhile, I was stuck in the car still naseous and sickened from my stomach flu. As Bee-John called his insurance company, and subsequently a tow truck, I called Adam Ratke to come pick me up. And came, he did. The savior Adam came up like a ‘G all the way from USD to pick us up. As Geetha snapped my picture of the day for me (because my camera is still in the process of being recovered), Bee-John posed with a smug look on his face. Adam eventually dropped me and Geetha off at Sixth, where I took a massive nap at Geetha’s place. She subsequently saved my life by giving me drugs, stomach flu safety foods, and a bed by which to lie on. As my fever raged on, my ability to comprehend had decreased dramatically. Eventually I would attempt to eat the Tofu House again, which made me sick once more…. this caused me to finally knock out and call it a night. Perhaps tomorrow I will be cured…