Another night with Hell’s Angel - Gene, after keeping me awake swearing at Jess all night, finally went to sleep on the Japanese-style bathroom floor, which measured no bigger than 4x2 ft. Hung-over on lack of sleep the following morning, we rushed to the post office to send home our most recently purchased souvenirs. Not in any mood to fight the language barrier, I let Gene handle all communications with the Japanese behind the counter while Jess went to handle the purchase of our train tickets. I had officially become the bag lady. Scrooge, who was on less than two hours of sleep, had zero patience for my left-handed, snail-paced writing and scolded me like a juvenile to speed things up. However, with my no-need-to-rush Lukowski attitude, I of course continued to take my time. Before
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