Pat awoke in the PGMusic parking lot to a foul stench. Could it be that the local animals were using him as their port-a-PAT? No wait... not an animal. Note to self: don't even TRY to wash these underpants. Just burn them. An even better idea would be not to remove them first.

He had never realized that eyelids could become like beef jerky... yet , here they were, massaging his eyes with gravel at every blink.

A quick glance at his watch told him 3 things:

1) they don't make watch batteries like they used to
2) if you've been living in a parking lot for a month, its a very bad idea to look at anything that might possibly return your reflection
3)OUCH! OUCH! GRAVEL EYES! OUCH!

He wondered who had snuck up on him as he slept and put all those tiny socks on his teeth. He was afraid to look and see what color they were, but it was evident that these were the fuzzy kind of socks. At this point a mere toothbrush would be useless. Steel wool dipped in battery acid might work, though.

July 24th, and still no BIAB update. He just groaned and tried to sit upwind from himself.

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ey71h8ep047758h/AAC12jNM0Hz9Q8zsh5iDeqNHa?dl=0