During Journey: Los Angeles (praxis coming soon, I promise!) my good friend Nazzo and I needed to rest for a while after passing the third checkpoint. Thankfully, the zone of cool extending from the checkpoint's zombie guardian kept us safe, and we sat down to wait for the bus that would carry us down Santa Monica Boulevard (we'd been walking for about two miles straight). Nazzo sat on the nearby wall, but I had other plans.

After all, it was good to sit on the floor there.