These are the notes I wrote as follows:

...The sky thundering as I walk barefoot, mud on
my Italian loafers. Why did I choose these
shoes, today of all days...? Ugh... 

Heh... Reminiscing on fond memories of the 
good old days...

...Apparently I sprung a stiffy while holding
Ken in my arms. (sighs heavily) Dammit, why are
people so damn complicated...?

........................We're on the run. Ken
just commited a brutality on Tony, this kid
who fucked up his bike. I'm... I don't know
how I feel about that. But... he's slowly 
warming up to me. Dammit, Ken. You always 
gotta make something so difficult...

Gabe givin me a lil history lesson. In all honesty,
the way he tells it is better than any history class
could ever tell it.

Heh... Gabe and I're going steady now... His abuela
reacted just how I thought she would. She 
supported us. It took papi some amount of 
convincing, and Mami even more so. But they know.

...The Jungle Room, huh?
Name befitting an Amazon rainforest if you ask me.

Man... I ran into Mark, and for now, he doesn't
remember me. That's gonna change real quick.

..............................He believes me(...?)

Fuuuck, that was one of the best/worst nightmares 
ever.

...Well, Mark's in a mood. Ah, well... Go
figure, I guess.

...Fucking hell... Mark and Gabe are gay, and Ken is...
...well... still figuring things out. Bi, maybe?

...Hiro... Okay, so, Hiro, knowing a very limited 
amount of English, some amounts of German, but 
a hell of a lot of Japanese, very narrowly saved
both of us from certain death. I'm grateful to him
for savng me from death by electrocution.... Who
knows what's next...?

Hey, lad.
Remember our deal.
I'll come knockin' when the time comes.
If yer ever lookin fer me, try th' woods again.
That is, if ye got the stones fer it.

Excuse me?
Um, Todd, that's...
That's an invasion of privacy, hello.

Heh... Hiro said I smelled nice...
............

Okay... so maybe I'm reading too much into 
this, but... pretty sure the hot owl is flirting
with me. How dare he?! It's not like I enjoy it
.....right?

He squished my head between his thighs on
purpose, didn't he...?

He sure the hell did. The bastard-- this teasing
ass owl nipped my earlobe. 'Parently I
enjoyed it. Knowing damn well that I did.

No matter what anyone says, Gabe will always be
the best history teacher I've ever had.

Oh no..... Sam, no...... Sam got bullied, and it drove 
him to suicide. That's the type of shit I be talking
about. People need to stop making other people
feel bad just because their ass is insecure. Doing too
fucking much, man, I swear. Sam reminds me a lot
of Zach from Santa Lucia. An introvert. 'Cept Sam
seems more like an ambovert w/ guidance.

Jean always talking shit about people when they 
ain't there. Bastard really thinks he owns the place.
I'm sorry, sweetie, but you are NOT Queen B or
Nicki. Got it, you slut? I should slap you.

These fuckin' nightmares, man... They're fuckin' crazy,
and they're getting a bit too real for me to process.
Why... why the hell... And, and now Ken... Ken's been
dragged into this shit too...
The nightmare was that he was turning into the
Ghost Rider in real time, and I couldn't stop it. We
were riding on his motorcycle down the road of Hell,
and the souls of the damned were... were there...
all hanging on nooses... and, and... and there was
nothing we could do about it... Nothing I could do...
And I caused Ken's bike to crash... Oh god... And...
and... it... it's just too much... It's way too much...
Fuuuck, and his bike is even more fucked up... all
I could do was watch...

Shit, haven't updated this thing in some damn hours.
So, Takoda has a split personality, Ken scared of his
past, Colt's a damn lightweight when it comes to his
damn beer (Miller. Disgusting. Can you believe it?), 
and Jessie is at the autoshop fixing Ken's bike, and 
getting a tune-up on his. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here
posing as a custodian, only to see a toxic ass
relationship. Always bickering, yet SOMEHOW, she
always wins the battle. Threatening him with the
words, "You'll never be able to touch this body, these
titties, this PUSSY again if you don't comply." And
he always falls right into her little fuckin' trap. 
(scoffs) Men, I swear. Oblivious to the most 
obvious traps set by the ones they love. 
Note to self: Make sure to get a man that isn't
oblivious as hell, and can cook. Got it, future me?