Thursday, March 8, 2012

Day Eight - Not Too Late

I lost them and then they found me again. Fucking proxies.

I ditched my car. That's how they were finding me. I'm on a Greyhound now, getting the hell out of dodge. I don't see the pizza van anywhere, so I think I lost them again. Good.

I'm getting tired of running. It's not how I thought it was going to be, I know, but it's the loneliness. Sometimes it gets crippling. Does anywhere hear me? Does anyone read these posts? Perhaps I should comment more.

I can see in the Pale Man on the side of the road. Why does he just stand there? Why doesn't he just kill me? Then at least I'd be with Olga.

Can't think about that. Need to keep going.

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