Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Different.

.
.
I didn't do much.  I did make it to town.  Shopping.  Some groceries, some bandages.  The young woman who helped me at one of the places was... quite strange.  Initially pleasant, kind.  I... treated it as I might a niece or cousin, no more, but brightly.  I cannot tell if she... took my kindness wrongly... or understood who I am and that terrified her.  Very strange.  I was cautious, after that.

When buying bandages, I was queried about the volume.  I said something or other, being clear as mud is always the hope... when I am suspicious.  After writing several of the things over the last few days, and it being a connected college town, I... know that I might be read, and known.  As things stand, that can be dangerous these days.  I have been working to watch my back a bit more carefully.  You just never know these days.  If the choice is to accept a suckerpunch or take someone down, I'm... going to hurt someone.  There are enough cameras these days that... if you are in the clear it will usually come out as such, quickly.  Even as fast as I can be.  It's when there are only eye-witnesses where troubles can occur.  People are pretty damned dull and slow of eye and thought.  Too many of them are absolutely sure about what they really didn't see.

I'll stay on my toes when bother to go to town.  Things are getting nasty, murderous even.  Watch your backs.  I won't say both, or either, incident was bad.  But the first really made me suspicious.  I was just glad the chicken was done before, I think, she had time to do anything to it.  I can't swear, I just... don't trust.  Some reactions just cause me to rethink some things.  And, perhaps, which stores to shop.  Though it seems to be everywhere.  Watch it out there.

Man, I'm old.  I hurt quite often.  I tire easily.  It doesn't seem to matter.  Just don't play.  If I'm your enemy, best just shoot me a couple times, then behead me.  Don't... play.  Not even with a group, not even with minor weapons.  If you really start it, they won't even bother me with more that a statement.  They don't like me either.  They don't run the program.  Just... don't.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Backsass Here