Forest hideout
Rough time of year for a lot of people. Lonely time, sometimes. I know all about loneliness, believe me. My throat gets sore on the rare occasions when I see people, because my voice is too used to only being used on the phone for a few minutes at a time. But this time of year does pass quickly. It doesn’t seem like it, because the Xmas shit goes out on store shelves in fucking October now. But it’s just a couple of days, in the end. If you happen to be on your own, make the most of having nobody to please but yourself. If you’re not, then meet me in the parking lot after we’ve murdered everybody and we will run to a forest hideout and never be found again.