Well, yesterday, after school and work, I went over to Shmear's pad, where we both had a cigar from Wade's sampler (I had the nUB Habano, she had a Tat Verocu No.2). After about 2 hours on her deck smoking, some more talking and the sort, it was time for me to go if I intended on waking up for work today. How amazed was I when I found out the car's battery dead. Take the deadest battery ye've had and x3. Blasted thing didn't even make an attempt to start the car, much less manage to do so. Therefore, it was time to check if it was sulfate. It did have a tad of it, which underwent a baking soda/lemon cleaning; which led to no improvement at all. I'd like to add, Megan lives not so close to me house (Mexico City is quite big); and too far from most any public transport. So, the closing for what had been a great day was me asking whomever I could to jumpstart me car, which finally happened at around 2am. What about yer friday?