~Scott's Memoirs: December 1st, 2010~

This is foR postErity's sakE

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Fuck this blogging thing. I dunno what the use of it is. am I probing my own mind for other people, or are people probing my own mind for me? either way the concept is fucked and I dont need it right now. Things have been quiet even with Shaun around, though there is lots to talk about. he really likes to talk and make himself known and I'm okay with that of course. Its nice to have someone to discuss things with instead of being on my own. The peaceful quiet that has come over my whole apartment building has been eerie and maddening lately. Instead of just peace ful. The fuck ever. I opened this journal in hopes of having some record of what i and Shaun are up to. this Slenderman bullshit has got to stop, fuck that guy. I dont succumb so easy to things like this and I wont run away. All the same, it helps to have an expert around.

I guess thats it for this one.
-Scott

Moving On

So I'm working on getting videos of my time with M up onto the internet. He'll be pissed at me, but I think it's important to get these videos out there, as they're going to be my last. Yeah. My good camera broke and the other one is being a piece of shit, and besides. M brought up a couple good points. We were sitting around talking on the roof, it was a pretty rainy-ass day, but I was sitting with him because he doesn't like going inside. The kid just will not go inside for anything besides occasionally to go to the bathroom. So we were talking about my filming stuff and he goes

"I don't see why you trust the camera to catch the assholes who are after you. If you can't trust electronics don't you think they could fucking mess with your videos before they go up?"

and he's right. i cant risk that they're tampering with shit without my knowing because i would never know if they messed with my cameras or changed thevideos i just dont want to think about that.

So I moved on after a while. M and I had a good time, even if he lectured me the whole time about The Rules. As if the Rules still apply anymore. For fuck's sake, he's been at Bondie's for how many months now and he's still not dead. So what the fuck ever. We spent a lot of time chatting and yelling at each other on the roof, through rain and snow and wind and shit, and I saw some really amazing things that gave me a lot of hope for the future. It was nice to talk with a friend. Not only that, but Bondie makes some good goddamn cookies.

But we eventually had to say our goodbyes. I don't exactly feel...comfortable...staying in one place for very long. M may be complacent, but I'm not. He hasn't been posting because he's gotten way too comfortable and doesn't think it's safe to post. I don't fucking know, the guy is a weirdo.

M did tell me some cool shit before I left though. But I'll never tell.

Right now I'm spending time with Lis and Tia, who spent time hanging out with me in the safehouse while we were all there, before it fell. It's a fun time and it's better than spending Christmas on the streets. Here's hoping all goes well, and, merry Christmas to all of you. Whatever the fuck happens, don't get lonely. You've got friends in most places.

Peace out,
Shaun

Chicago

In Chicago now. staying at Bondie's house. I'll have some more stuff up, and maybe a video or two, in the next few weeks.