The blackouts...
I have to add this, that whenever i cook these confounded meals that i am being told to cook i experience the pinnacle of weirdness. Its not exactly as if i am sucked up into a flying saucer and anally probed but i might as well be... I mean I fixed this food friday night, what is it tuesday? I have no idea what i did since then, i dont remember going to bed but i woke up this afternoon in my bed at the safe house. Of course like all snitch phobic street peeps, no one here has seen anything of me for the last three and a half days...
