there is too much snow for september in this godforsaken land.

and it all comes down to time. time you have. more importantly, the time you don't. i...

oh, fuck it.

i'm sorry, but i have to do this.

maybe now you'll understand why.

so, I finally managed to get hold of her today. apparently i'm not the only one they got their hands on... apparently it's too dangerous to go back in and get the rest of them. fuck. and apparently some people are in trouble just from breaking me out.

um, i don't think i ever said thank you. so. thank you.

she also says i've been staying in one ( Read more... )

showers.

showers.

and fucking pillows.

i think i could die a happy man right now.

hallelujah.

they gave me money before letting me off in the middle no-fucking-where, and one can't live off stolen food and candy bars forever, so i chanced walking into a diner this morning. nothing big, nothing closer than twenty miles from anywhere, nothing too crowded and nothing not crowded enough. just your run of the mill truckstop, where you can get a ( Read more... )

i'm starting to remember more and more. blank walls. food so awful, even thorty could do better. so much shit in your veins you can't even keep your eyes open. two months. two goddamn months, gone like that. what could we have done with two months?

i'm not expecting anything. just hoping for something.

onwards and upwards.

on the run again. slipped into the us sometime this morning. cannot say exactly where, just in case they read this. no way in hell am i going back.

coffee has never tasted so fucking incredible.

Oh, fuck.

They're coming to get me.

Cheech, Jon, I'm a moron. But I really do love you. I don't know why I didn't say it earlier. I'm sorry.

All of you, I'm sorry.

I just hope that

Do you ever think that we talk in metaphors because we're simply too afraid to say it out loud? Make it real? Make all of this real.

Does it even matter, as long as we keep winning?