Yes, I am on the lamb. It isn't safe for me to stay at home anymore. The crash I reported previously was, as I suspected, a break in. I came back later and my entire apartment had been vandalized. Some time I'll repair the place, but for now I'm staying with a friend whose name and local I can't disclose now. We can refer to him as D, and his place as D's pad.
D's pad Is a comfortable place. D is discreet, it was actually his idea for me to stay there and his idea not to allow me to post details online. D has a good sense of the world, albeit a tad noir. Like, before this creepo vandalized my house I always thought he was a bit burnt out, too paranoid for city living, but this thing is exactly the type of situation he has extensivly feared and considered.
Ok, more later. D and I are going to go shoot out some aggression, pwn sum n00bs on halo. But, mother fucker, my eyes on that cc tv.
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It's nice to have friends, isn't it? Do not let them go, even if they tear your head off and shit down your throat. Because there might be gold in that shit.
ReplyDeleteI think I read that somewhere, maybe in a Garfield strip or something. Hmm.