As I sit at my desk once again, I wonder if my mother was hiding something I didn't know. Perhaps it was the images of my father or his voice that reminded me of something deep and strong that I could get used to. However, the last words he said to me before he disappeared. I wonder if he still remembers me, after all I feel like I can feel the presence of my father's presence in my bedroom. But why is this helpful for me? Yet again, Chris came to the house to check on me like he knew I was immune to whatever crazy man's virus was. But I also have work tomorrow in a small town called El Reno. The only thing I know is that I need a fuck ton of coffee and a pack of marble reds due to this job. but i should call it a night, I should wear my dad's t-shirt to remind me of him and at least feel comfortable.
Signing out
Renegade Lee Briggs