Thursday, June 23, 2011


Sorry. It's been awhile. I'm not used to writing. It slipped my mind. I've been driving a lot. I just keep moving. It's all I can do. Keep moving. Keep helping.

I'm in Montana. I have been a day or two. I made a mistake. I drove through the Lewis and Clark forest. Paranoia the entire time. I swore I saw him everywhere. I don't know why. I haven't seen him in months. I don't think I saw him yesterday either. Not with how quiet it has been.

Money is getting tight. I've been staying in my car again. I don't mind. It's cool out. It's actually storming now. I have food for another week. Went shopping this morning. I should make it to the 1st alright. Not panicking like last month.

I miss Caleb. In the store, there was a mother and son. She was paying with food stamps. I saw the pain in her eyes. She didn't even buy much. She still barely had enough. I started talking to her. I knew not to offer to pay. I could tell she wouldn't accept. Instead, I bought three candy bars. Gave two to the kid, on to the mother. He thanked me. She smiled. It was the least I could do.

Everything we do is important. We are the dead. Do your best to aid the living. Do good.


  1. Nice to see you're still here Don. Try to remember to write a little more. You joined the blogosphere, now you have to deal with people worrying when you disappear.

  2. Awwww... You are SUCH a Sweet Heart. Giving Candy to a poor blight upon humanity.
    On that note, I am going to go murder three mothers and leave their brats alone to rot.. One for each Candy Bar.
    Incidentally, how old would you say that kid was? I want to get the age group right.