last night, jake and i grabbed a slice late in berkeley. we walked around making stupid jokes, bantering til we both ran out of steam. when we went to go home, his fickle 240Z wouldn't start and the door wouldn't open so i had to climb in through the window. i unashamedly flagged down some Cal students to give us a jump and off we went. the Z wouldn't start two more times on our way home, so i climbed in and out and pushed. twice. i felt great when guys asked me if i needed help and i replied cooly, "nope, got it."