Day 4, pre-dawn

Of course I would pass out in the middle of an opium den. Cut me a break; I've never done this before.

The smoke smelled like candy and the room was decorated like a jewel. A woman instructed me on how to "suck the bamboo" and I held the sweetness in my lungs for a moment. At first I didn't think I was feeling anything. Then I thought it was the power of suggestion. Then my eyes got heavy and my lips curled and the couch got really, really comfortable.

And I guess while we were sitting there chilling I must have closed my eyes and fallen asleep. I woke up confused as Zim pulled me off the sofa.

He says we were in there for a while. He met some cat named Stewart who said he'd show us around tomorrow, which at this point is today.

So now we're in another cheap hotel room. This time we'll be here for a few nights, and I've actually unpacked my suitcase and filled the drawers. Probably not necessary, but it breaks up the rootless feeling of living from a bag. I'm already looking forward to sleeping past 9AM tomorrow. I hate check-out times.