I was an hour outside Lagos when the drugs began to wear off. I found myself at the wheel of a U-Haul truck. My two cats were in the passenger seat looking dead ahead. I just stared at them until one of them turned to me and said, "You should keep your eyes on the road. There is a lot of traffic." That's when I knew something was amiss, as he would never say something like that.
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