My brakes wouldn't work last night... I crashed my car a bit... then after i awoke and went back to sleep.. more brake problems. I carefully drove to a mechanic shop late at night, and there were nice witches working as receptionists. It was going to cost over $400 to get my brakes looked at... sheesh.
On another note, in a previous chapter, I was in Alex and Allyson Grey's house. It was pretty cluttered. They were away for an event, and about forty hippies were crashing there. I was trying to find a place to rest with Adam, and entered into a studio space, papers everywhere. I set a glass of water down on a piece of paper that had writing on it. At first I was nervous because the cup left a ring, but then somehow I remember that he had wanted more imperfections like that on his writings, to make them look more real... or something. but the blue ink was smearing so bad it was almost illegible. trying to dab the smears off, globs of ultramarine oil paint became layered between three sheets of paper...?