Never had I thought I would be alone in a dead town with nothing but fog and street lights to guide me to my destination. Just the thought of being alone had me on the edge, but this..this was taking it too far. My board in hand, knife in my pocket and my pentagram around my neck, watching my surroundings feeling watched even in the mist near my neighborhood. Walking to school at the time of six twelve in the morning listening to my music on full blast to avoid any dog barks or car horns. Twice this week I was asked if I needed a ride by total strangers in mini vans. I know better, as they back up I always look at the plate before they get too close. Thankfully I'm strategic about those situations. But I need to keep note to always stay and be aware of who or whatever comes across me in my path to any destination, for it may be my final step I'll take.
