So the pressure is off. I'm not a Canadian fugitive.
The sun was setting as I walked down to a very well manicured looking park and made myself some chicken soup with a shit ton of garlic in it. Getting sick on the Road can be serious business. It can take months to really recover from. I'll have to find my way to the I-5 in the morning. Right now all I wanna do is slip into a catatonic state where nobody will mess with me.