OK here it goes. I managed to get my hands on a bike and I am venturing out of the complex to the nearest store. Today is some sort of holiday and we don’t practice until 4:00. I have to get out of this room. I figure I was a bike messenger in Chicago I can handle any traffic on a bike. Maybe not on a scooter, but a bike I am good. I need to wash my clothes and I have no laundry detergent. Also, I have my eyes and stomach set on the Doritos I scanned the last time Coach Bill took me to the store. Wish me luck!