Posted on 19 December 2014
- (quietly) So, yesterday Leo and I went to the grocery store, and I felt so vulnerable, like every light fixture was a camera, every cantaloupe was bugged. You know, why is that security guard looking at us? Have I seen that cashier before? That kind of stuff. So, I kind of panicked and abandoned the cart by the deli counter and just got out of Dodge. I felt a little crazy, you know, being paranoid of produce, but then I remembered why I felt this way. This is some serious shit I've gotten myself into. My father and his goons seem to know everything and be everywhere.
I mean, if it's true, if my dad is this...con-man, this sociopath, then that means he's capable of anything. What about the things that he taught me? And what does it mean when the man who inspires you to find the Truth turns out to be a liar? Here's the thing, though. I know that I'm doing what I was put here to do. I can feel it.
Our work is real, and no matter what happens to me personally, I will always take comfort in that. Hold on one second, be right back. (clicking)
So, at first I thought this might be kind of ridiculous, but then I realized, you know what, my life is pretty ridiculous these days. So, why not embrace it? I think I'm going to call her Sofia.
I mean, come on, if you can't have fun, then what's the point? I'm tired of sleepless nights, and I refuse to feel sorry for myself.
We have work to do.