I just got back from my trip out to Los Angeles to visit Jake (pause) and the Fight Shoes camp. I have several stories from the trip, but I will start with the most recent one. Last night, me, Jake, Eugene, Serina, and Dave went to this ramen shop that Serina had recommended for us. Little did we know that this ramen had a surprise in store for us. The ramen was rated based on how spicy it was (level 7 being not spicy, and level 2 being the spiciest although there was a level 1, but I don't know how that worked). This American guy sitting next to us said that he always gets the level 4. Since I didn't want to look like a dick ass pussy, I stepped up and ordered a shoyu ramen, level 4. Allow me to put in a diversion: our waitress knew a person in Japan whose name was also Yu!!!!!! That shit is crazy!!!! Speaking of shit, about 10 minutes of intense debate about life between the five of us, the level 4 shoyu ramen came out. Jake showed his competitive nature by ordering a level 3 spiceyness. To make a long story short, we ate that shit, and me and Dave agreed that the level 4 was a good level of spicyness. I tasted Jake's and it burned my mouth no homo. I told him that there was no way that he could finish that. But he did. On the way home from Little Tokyo after dropping Serina the Vagina off, I noticed that Jake was driving really fast and wreckless, going about 80-90 mph and swerving in and out of lanes. Strange, I thought. He didn't even slow down in the parking lot, parking his car while going 30 mph. He then immediately ran out of the car into the apartment. He had some diarrhea or some shit like that, no pun intended. Level 3 ramen 1, Jake 0.

Eugene and I were fine however, and we walked slowly from the car to the apartment laughing at what had transpired. We watched Dream, Jake passed out halfway through Chris Craft style, and I did as well at around 3. However, I woke up at 5:30 with a rude feeling in my stomach. My first thought was that Eugene was sitting on me no homo, but I was all alone in this dark room with the air conditioner, which I had forgot to turn off before I passed out, on full blast. The room was colder than the North Pole. I turned on the lights and did a couple of takedown drills that Eugene and Jake had shown me the day before to see if it would make my stomach feel better. Nope. I walked to the bathroom, didn't even bother closing the door, and took a fuckin nasty ass shit. All I could think of was Niagara Falls. I laughed because I knew that Eugene would be waking up soon and he would pay the price for having a job which required him to wake up at 6 am. I felt much better, and I immediately returned to that hot ass bitch ass couch, and fell asleep. However, I woke up, this time at 5:45, and I took another humungous shit. I then took another shit at around 9, talked to Jake, took another small shit at 11 before we left for the airport. I was fine until I went to Phoenix and I ate at Wendys, and then I took another shit. All in all, Level 4 ramen 1, me 0. I took a huge L on that one, and even as I type this, my stomach doesn't feel right.

- Yu

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