I just left Smitty’s barber shop and I’m back to wandering aimlessly, looking for a place to hide and hoping I don’t get caught. I think I now know how every stray cat or dog feels-scared, alone and vulnerable. I can’t believe how badly things have spiraled out of control in such a short amount of time. It’s weird to say but it kind of feels like I’m the most important man in the world right now because everything I’m about to do in the next 24 hours will impact everyone’s lives. I just hope it’s enough to save Trent and Brooklyn.
To top that all of, I can smell rain so I’ve got to find a place to hide for the night where no one will notice or care about my presence. I sure as hell can’t get my laptop wet. I don’t even know this city, so I have no freaking clue where to go. I know I don’t want to sleep with the winos; I can’t risk them stealing my laptop. I can’t succeed at saving myself, my friends, or anyone for that matter without it.