Beer and Loathing in Vermont - Part 3

I emerge from the sauna a new man, but decide to steal my old identity anyway. I meet some people who were in town for a funeral. The deceased was aged 106, and I was booked in room 107—as always, one step ahead of the Old Man in Black. I lighten the mood with the pink ape man story. That always goes over well. I try to encourage my computer into action, but it seems steadfastly determined against it, so I keep the Faith and write the Good Words on paper.