I'm in Illinois right now. This is what happened today:

We (Sonny and I) left the hotel we'd been staying at and continued on our road trip to glorious California. I stopped at a Subway, and asked Sonny if he wanted anything, but he kind of glared at me and said no, even though his stomach was vigorously growling. But when he started dry heaving and coughed up stomach acid, I persisted, and he got kinda mad, but he ended up giving in.

But when I came back out with the food again, he refused to eat more than two bites of his sandwich. I told him how unhealthy it was to not eat, and mentioned something about anorexia, because he had eaten almost nothing for 3 days. He got really angry, so I decided to just give up, and fell asleep.

I awoke to him screaming my name a couple hours later. He had swerved off the road, and was sitting in his seat, crying and shaking. I held him and called an abulance that took him to the hospital.

When I was finally in the hospital room with him, we apologized to each other for being asses, and I got him some water, so he could get hydrated and leave. The doctor came in to check him before though... and god, was he hot. I could tell Sonny (who was naked) was enjoying him too. So... after feeling Sonny's body for anything bad, the doctor stuck his finger inside Sonny to "check out his insides". God, I almost exploded... Then he told Sonny to stay hydrated, eat three healthy square meals a day, blah blah... Anyway, Sonny gave him his cell number.

Sonny's view on the matter was something like... "You so had a crush on him, so I was thinking... GAY ORGY TIME!" hehehe. I love him.

So we're in a nice hotel suite right now, and Sonny is sleeping. I'm just sitting here doing like... nothing... And thats all thats been happening.

Until next time,
Travis