The weeks leading up to the test were torture. I had never been hit so many times in my head nor had experienced that sort of brain swelling like those that lead up to the test. Your confidant that is doing the swinging is constantly telling you you are a good for nothing loser zombie that needs to cross over as she practically makes out with her dog that walks the gutters. 

You pass the test and ace it. You are completely slagged and still disoriented. You have absolutely no support group other than this woman a once illegal immigrant whose attended nighttime purges in her country. You are surrounded by thousands of homeless people on the streets in a car with no license plates, actually that's me.