Crazy ideas won't end that clean.

At least, I won't let that happen.

After dumping two sandwiches to my poor stomach, I was holding a Coke and ready for a chocolate bar. When I came out of that dirty kitchen, I reckon that there is a voice message on my cell for me.

That was from one of my younger friends from Texas. She spoke so fast (in Chinese though) and made me listen to that message a few times in order to get what's going on.

Then, a crazily long chat follows.

Well, it's Saturday, man, gotta make it through, right?