I WAS UNCONSCIOUS AT THE TIME!
Any part of that. Calamari. Hot oil. Batter or breading.
Street protest with signs on Stockton street.
Dour and cheerless Filipinos.
This may have something to do with the rain, which came clattering down before dawn. And the fact that I could hear my apartment mate using the bathroom for her morning ablutions.
There is also a slight possibility that it was "excess of pizza last night" related. I normally do not overload on Pizza.
Nothing says 'Filipino' like too much cheese.
But why Jovie's Witnesses?
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