I don’t care anymore if it burns the whole world, I just want it to stop.

Here’s to suicide by cop because, fuck this. I don’t want some dramatic, final confrontation, I don’t want to be killed by the Gentleman, and I don’t want to live life on the run. I’d rather die through mortal means. A let down, yes, but god am I tired.

Death is inevitable, I know it. That thought is making me break to pieces, light showing through the cracks. I know I’ve got only got one way out of this, the Gentleman.  One day he’ll get bored and come for me. Not today. I think I have a fool proof way out, I just need to get into a bigger town with a faster emergency response time.

How do you stop it? How can  you stop a monster from the id?

People are noticing that there’s something off about me. Have to leave soon. Shame, pretty place, lots of trails here.

Staying with some friends in Wyoming. Just until New Years, then I’m on the road again.

Time to address my followers. Yes you guys, the people who’ve stuck with me despite the glaring threats to yourself the blog itself presents. As a way of paying you guys back (and breaking my usual routine) I’m willing to take specific photos of the countryside. Panoramic views, mountains, etc. if you want one dedicated to you, let me know, and I’ll do my best to take one.

This just feels odd, almost normal, except I’m stealing wi-fi from roadside motels.

I built a snowman by the side of the road and gave it no face. Then I hit it with my truck. It felt great. Still don’t know where I’m going.

Merry Christmas

It’s Christmas eve. Don’t know where to go, don’t know where to try and weather this out at. Hopefully I can get through today, tonight, and tomorrow without incident. That’s all I want for Christmas.