Guess what, my plan worked. Carmel escaped from the hot dog restaurant when Dr Mark put the diners to sleep, as he is an anesthetist and he does that kind of thing every day.

Most of the East Village customers thought they were getting some cool new free drug so no one really put up a struggle even though the gang was ready to ruin our best clothes and set aboot anyone who came in our way.

Anyway as you can see, Carmel and I thought it best if we recuperate from our ordeal at the Shapolsky Share House in Southhampton.

Carmel was so exhausted after being chained to the roof of a restaurant he decided he really did not feel like moving very far from his lounge chair.