You ever wake up to rain steadily hitting you in the face because the shelter you slept in wasn't enough cover? I do all the time and that made this morning perfect. The minions left me a couple cryptic messages to look over and decode, stacked nice and pretty-like next to my home made pillow (also known as, "The Jacket"). I'm guessing I was supposed to be torn, agonizing over them for several hours before finally having to conclude that there was some deep inner meaning with coordinates to follow. Well, unfortunately for them, I don't really read those anymore.
That and the rain made the ink run so they're pretty much unreadable.
So onto today's topics: who the hell am I?
Heh, your "Leader" or whatever the fuck he is, "M", didn't seem to trust me- I'm hurt! Can't blame him though, he's being smart by staying paranoid.
I guess I could make a list, seeing as it would be beneficial to me too. After all, you never know when you'll forget who you are and have nothing to jog the mind. I gotta say that this has even happened to me before- was one of the worst experiences of my life. Took me a while to recover from the amnesia, but at least I was able to keep the basic instinct to run for my life if some baldy in a suit decides to creep up. So here I am in the simplest of words:
- Tony (no last name to you)
- Any close family I have is gone, I made sure of that.
- I'm nearing the big four-o. Starting to get those joint pains and wishing I was younger, but, eh, not gonna complain when there are bigger problems to deal with.
- I've been on the run for something near ten years now.
I imagine it's at this point that people get confused and suspicious. What is this man talking about? How is that possible? Why did you suddenly show up? All of these are good questions and a pat on the back to anyone who actually thought that because your mind is in the right place. I mean, I don't really have to answer these because I honestly have quit giving a fuck what other people think, but let me grant you peace of mind.
No one knows why they're allowed to live. For some it drives them crazy with fear...well, for most it does that. But for a few people, like me, it makes us have more of a drive to survive. I personally like to assume that I'm alive because I'm so damn awesome. Truth is, I think he just likes to fuck with people. There is no "special chosen person that he takes a particular liking to". There's just a group of victims that he can mess around with and pick apart piece by piece. Maybe one day he'll terrorize your neighbor, but then the next he creeps on over to watch you while you sleep. Anyone who knows is a candidate for mind rape and I don't get cocky over a few days of "safety".
As for the ten year part, that's just because I made the necessary actions to survive. Severe all bonds with people you love, kick the ass of any minion who tries to get in my way, don't be afraid to take some risks but be careful of covering your tracks from the police. In other words, look out for numero uno, and do it well. I'm still able to be hurt, I've had my butt handed to me countless times. But it's the will that has to break along with the arms, ribs and legs. And I got plenty of drive to keep myself alive and moving.
And then the question of why choose now to start posting. To be honest (do I get a gold star for telling the truth?) I carried notebooks around for several years. But after they continuously get stolen, lost, or written in by my no-name visitors, I wised up.
Yeah, stole me one of those Ipod things. Or, iphone...touch? I don't know, this new technology is fucking confusing. Guy drops off the map for a few years and comes back to find everything has advanced to levels he could have never dreamed of. Jesus, took me a week to work out how the damn thing connected to the internet- and I rarely used the web back in my normal days. I'm pretty proud of myself at this point, hehe.
But now let me ask anyone out there who is listening a question of my own: why the hell did you give it a name? Names give power and purpose, people. Be smart here.
Hell of a mess has been made. And I don't want to be the one to clean it up, but I'm not afraid to point out how stupid certain people have been acting. No names given children, cause' I have no idea how many of you there are.
Goes to show that I should've stolen a computer and lugged it around with me. Maybe this could've been prevented.
Whatever, you know what they say- you never have to run faster than the bear. Just the other person. And that's worked for me so far.