Friday, 7:14 A.M
Sarah! Hey, Sarah…wait up!
Jessie, Jess!
How? I thought you were still in Texas?
I am. Well, I’m still there that is. I’m only back for a few days, one of Charlie’s college friends is getting married. Our plane touched down maybe an hour ago, and knowing you’re still a creature of habit, I knew right where to find you.
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Friday, 7:10 A.M.
Seriously!
Four days?
It really took them…never mind.
They’re idiots. Remember, they’re all incompetent fools.
One brutal headache after the other, I waited.
All that time waiting around to see my glorious work, displayed for the fine people of Jamestown and the story gets barely ninety seconds of airtime.
They didn’t even show the good parts, well…his parts.
WEDNESDAY, 10:19 A.M.
It’s been a few days.
All still remains quiet in my little neighborhood.
Not that I am concerned or surprised.
People here are so stupid.
I’m at this shithole of a bar.
For a message from a friend. It stinks…bad!
As instructed.
Third table on the left, by the back window.
The bartender will bring only a napkin.
Ah, good man, right on time.
I’m a stickler for punctuality.
And, it seems I’m getting much better at this.
I’ve been informed the chap from the other night was a teacher.
Teachers can be bad too.
Nonetheless, he had it coming.
Let’s just say, we all have lessons to learn…
MONDAY, 08:35 A.M.
Should I even order coffee?
I hate coffee.
This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot.
I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people.
Great, now the waitress is staring at me?
Does she know?
OK, now she’s tapping her pen.
I’m really not in the mood for her right now.
She’s bringing on a headache.
All I can think about is the success of last night.
Yes, I drank cheap disgusting booze with cheap disgusting strangers. But, I prepared for that.
I did go over the line with killing that guy.
Had to though, had to get closer.
And, I did…
