I ditched the "Burning Chrome Plumbing" van. They looked left and I went right. Okay, it was slightly more complicated then that, but basically: I am getting better at losing tails.
I'm in a diner a few towns away from where I was. The coffee is good and there's free wi-fi, so I think I'm just going to stay here for a while. The refills are free, too, which is good because I love coffee and I have very little cash left.
Bye for now.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Day Sixteen - Mise En Scene
I've been finding these posters around the city. They say things like "Everyone Is Happy. Everyone Is Fine." And "Believe In Us. We Are In Control." And then they all end with the line "This Is The Best Of All Possible Worlds."
They look creepy and very much like 1984. I hope it's a viral marketing thing. I hope it's not real.
Fuck, I just saw the pizza van again. I mean, it doesn't have pizza on the side, but I still recognize it, especially since it followed me all that way. It says "Burning Chrome Plumbing" now, though. Weird.
I'm not taking any chances, though. Back to the road.
They look creepy and very much like 1984. I hope it's a viral marketing thing. I hope it's not real.
Fuck, I just saw the pizza van again. I mean, it doesn't have pizza on the side, but I still recognize it, especially since it followed me all that way. It says "Burning Chrome Plumbing" now, though. Weird.
I'm not taking any chances, though. Back to the road.
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.
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.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Day Five - Stay Alive
I think I'm being followed.
It's a white van. It's a pizza van, actually. It has the name of the pizza company on the side -- it's called "All Tomorrow's Pizzas," cute, real cute. But it's been following me, I know that. I turned left three times and so did the van.
I need to find a way to lose it. I'm not going to get trapped by a gang of proxies.
I'm not going to die. Not tonight.
It's a white van. It's a pizza van, actually. It has the name of the pizza company on the side -- it's called "All Tomorrow's Pizzas," cute, real cute. But it's been following me, I know that. I turned left three times and so did the van.
I need to find a way to lose it. I'm not going to get trapped by a gang of proxies.
I'm not going to die. Not tonight.
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