I'm in the bathroom of Cheekas right now. Incidentally, if I would have chosen to say "drop that white trash motherfucker and have a much better time with a real man" or even have read any of my writings I might be dead now. This is why to carry a gun or to learn martial arts.

Now it's 12:30 and I'm 50 miles South of Chicago. Only a few more hours. 12:30 my time, 1:30 yours. I'm back in Denny's drinking a soda and about to eat a veggie melt this time. Meat is murder, don't you know.

I never got back to exactly how to end up in the dennys (the first one) though. I mentioned that the path of action is fairly easy but there are a few tough parts.

Tough Part 1: You must manage to start at the exact point and at the exact time that I started. Right now I'm not sure of either but I'm sure I'll be able to nail them down once the appropriate space-time warp becomes available. When the map may be obtained I'm certain there will be facilities available to travel to the correct start time as well as place.

Tough Part 2: You have to be me, Meerschol von Bulstecomit, I.D. # 460892313. This may prove to be tricky, but I'm sure by the time space-time maps are readily available, there will be some way to do it. If you need permission from me, let it be noted that I Meerschol von Bulstecomit (ID 460892313) hereby give you permission to do as aforementioned this day of late August, probably Friday.