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Ah day 2 of doing not a damn thing, my cold is back and doing weird things to my voice. I've been walking around singing old blues tunes or just improving shit and I kinda like the scratchy effect, almost as if I'm an old recording on a 78. Today I'm wondering well, where I'm going next. I sorta decided late last night to leave, I have a strong desire to walk away from everything here and just start fresh. New identity, new name kinda shit and never have a past again. Amazing how hard, things can make you feel, like iron, cold and unbending. I don't think I'm a monster, just maybe a demon of some lesser form or a djinn. Limited powers and only mildly evil. I keep having this image of turning on the tv and seeing a report about myself and the horrible things I did until I was eventually taken down by members of the tactical unit. Interviews with people who all say "never thought he'ld snap like that" or "he had problems sure but we thought he was fine".The family has declined comment as they are now with his death even more concerned about their image and possible loss of social standing.
That last bit kinda eeked out, sorry I know bitter dosen't play well but that and hate are really fueling the old fire today so I'm gonna just go.

Stay warm kids don't forget your mitts.