And it ends.

[incothe]

And so as quickly as it starts it ends. It ends with my head craned out the passenger door of an Altima in the center of Chinatown, puking wheatgrass and cherry tomatoes into the gutter. Such a happy end.

Yeah, I went to fast. But, I can't say that I'm not happy to be eating human food again. Lol, life goes on.