Well, last Sunday afternoon I was in McD's eating a $1 burger when the El Paso bus driver offered me some of his fries. I normally politely refuse, but this time I accepted and ate them; it's now Tuesday morning and still my stomach is not back to normal. It's been hell, and one of the great things about the paleolithic diets is this built-in punishment for binges. I don't know why a few fries would make my system so acidic, but whatever the reason I don't think I'll forget this episode soon.
Anyway, after eating I rode to my lot, left my old fisherman's vest after putting everything in my new one, and rode to Columbus. Spent a few hours last evening in Palomas, Mexico but left when the only 2AM bar I know of refused me admittance. More later, battery is almost dead...
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