So far, everything's been going good. Griffin has been on the medications for four days and it hasn't killed him yet.
He's getting browner, and the only bad part is that he's nauseous all the time.
The dermatologist was excited before, but now he's starting to chicken out. After all, according to the dermatologist, black people will just kill their best friends for no reason at all. Griffin tells him that's not true, but it's obvious that he doesn't believe him.
Meanwhile, Griffin is trying to figure out how he'll become a black guy.
Every time he's gone to New Orleans, Griffin gets his shoes shined by a guy called Sterling Williams; maybe he'll help him.