a hard day's fogt

it's a hard life for alex fogt.  he has broken four boards since he got here a week ago--three new boards, plus the one he came up here with--and he's had a cold most of the time he's been in new york.  tonight, jake forced fogt and i to eat at white caste--neither of us had never been.  well, those white castle burgers pushed fogt over the edge.  at a bar, ten minutes after we ate, fogt suddenly threw up.  he mostly contained it in his mouth, but we high-tailed it out of there to regroup and plan our method of attack for tomorrow.

he got some in today despite all the disaster:

board break no. 4.