Do monsters dream of mutilated sheep?

I might not seem like the type of person for it, but usually when you don't hear from me, I'm working, trying to get some money.

Not that the old man tends to pay me much when he does. He never pays me enough for my work anyways.


I'm trying to get out of here. Out of this fucking town. It was nice when I moved here, but now it's just a festering shit hole. The air smells because of the cow shit and oil fields. There's nothing but crack heads and gang bangers near here. I should've been out of here in January, but the fucking job situation is horrible.


I hate being alone in this fucking house.

Last night, I had to try to sleep with the lights on and a knife wedged between my bed and the book case. Couldn't fucking do it. Kept waking up because of noises. Probably just the house or the cats doing it. Still, I felt like something was watching me the entire time.


Didn't get any good sleep until sunrise.