Joe and I travel to Brooklyn with Steve Dannaher. We're in sort of a seedy apartment. There's a Greek restaurant in the basement. Joe orders three gyros for us. I tell her I'm still not eating meat. There's a bathroom on a lower floor. I go down there and some olive oil drips down on me from someone's salad onto my pants. I get mad and leave and walk around town.
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