Sorry. I've been forgetful. I'm not used to blogging. I usually just text other runners. I'm not used to being public. I'll try to update more often. Things have just been busy.
Met three runners last week. Two are together, one running solo. Ivan and Erika are good folk. I gave them some advice, some money for gas, and sent them off. They're heading east toward Wisconsin. They have some crazy idea about a weapon. I tried to talk them out of it. They insisted. Help them if you can.
Stephen is not good folk. I let him in. I gave him a place. He responded by robbing me. My entire bag gone. Thankfully I sleep with my wallet, keys, phone. If he took them, I'd be stranded. I don't know where he's going. He's bald, goatee, about six feet tall. He's a bad runner. Don't trust him.
I heard from Rob yesterday. Pete made it to him. They were able to get the husks caught. I hope they get some breathing room now. Pete certainly deserves it.
As for me, I'm heading towards Nevada. I have a friend there. Calls himself The Mad Ventriloquist. You may have heard of him. He's a good man. A bit odd, but still good. He gives advice and support to those like us. Other than that, don't know much. He's offered a place to stay and some company. I've decided to take him up on the offer. I've got a back seat full of beer and nowhere else to go.
Figure TMV's is as good a place to stop as any.