After the long nap that I took, it did help a little bit I still felt like s**t. I needed to get better, just in case we get attack.
As the long crazy days of the past few weeks have past I thought I was getting better but I got worse. I could barely move. Phil and Bailey was getting worried that I had caught something very bad that it was or could kill me and that all I felt at this point that I was dying.
"DJ, I'm calling the shots from here on out. I'm calling the Dr and I'm calling the witch." Phil had said.
"Why the witch?" Bailey asked.
"Because," Phil hissed at Bailey. "If someone had got to him and made him like this maybe the witch could help."
"Phil, honey, stop. I'm fine okay. I probably just caught something from our trip." I told him as I grabbed his hand.
"That trip wa
