Toilet

I went with Mike and Charles to Pizza Hunt. When Charles was finished and we were trying to leave, I asked Mike if he needed a lift* to his house. This was a friendly jesture to both Mike and Charles. Charles had David Israel practice soon, he had expressed interest in not wanting to go up North then all the way back, and most of all really needing to take a shit.

Since I was driving by Mike's place anyways I offered him a ride.

MIKE DECLINED.

Mike would rather have Charles waste gas money, kill the earth, and stink up his apartment with shit instead of accepting a ride from me.

Thanks Mike.

*Mike feels that effort in driving himself anywhere is clearly below him, and longs for the days of indentured servants to return so that he may take his rightful place at the top of the social hierarchy.