Notes to Cindy: The Archives

Holy shit! The last seven days have been nothing short of an adventure. My grandpa helped us find a spot to camp across the street from the mall and we ended up having to pitch the tent in the dark. Anya is getting used to the lifestyle. We met another couple who showed us some spots to fly signs and white-box. We’ve gotten drunk with them a few times. Their names are Halo and Sammy. Anya and I got pulled over for panhandling, but we were let off with a warning. This kid, Logan, called the cops on our campsite, because of a conflict between him and Halo, and I ended up standing up to him and getting my face stomped in. One night, my emotions got out of control and I walked back to the tent, expecting Anya to follow me, but she didn’t, which caused some conflict between us until later the next day. Halo was arrested the other night for intoxication and trespassing, but he got out yesterday evening. There was another person camping down the trail and, for some reason, the cops evicted him, but not us. I need to get a job soon, but Jon still has my computer. Anya had a modeling job today, and she’s still gone. I hope she returns soon. I broke my phone the night I took off and lost my memory card. I’m pretty sad about that. It had all my contacts and music on it. I’ve been playing video games a lot more lately because of it, which is okay, because Parasite Eve I amazing. I’m going to smoke another cigarette, I suppose, and try to be patient as I await the return of my love.