I'm back bitches...
Its a new day
But it all feels old.
Its a good life
That's what I'm told.
But everything
It all just feels the same
And my high school: it felt more to me
Like a jail cell, a penitentiary.
My time spent there
It only made me see - Good Charlotte, The Anthem.
I was sick. Head cold. I told Meagan to take Bronx to the zoo without me. I'll just stay here.
I ordered a pizza from the place downtown and then made myself comfy in a pile of pillows we couldn't be bothered to pick up off the living room floor. When you live with a four year old there really is no point.
Ah, TV. Good selection of shows but not for me. Kardashians? Na I'm brain dead but not that brain dead. I need something that's gonna think for me. South Park? Yes, great show but I need a little action not farting Canadians and smart Jewish boys. I settled on the news. Hell if I was gonna be stuck here all day might as well watch something useful. There was a story on Syria, again (what about Yemen?) and then there's a factual statement on the elections. (God dammit Trump.) I was trying not to fall asleep when the doorbell woke me out of a trance and I collected the pizza, paying the guy his money plus $2 tip. I was nice today.
Slammed the door, got a drink.
"... and the hunt continues for the prison escapees who have been missing since last week.."
Wait. What?
I walked back slowly to my pillow fort.
"The prisoners escaped from St Louis, institution for the criminally insane, last Tuesday. Police say that so far no leads have been found and anyone with any information is to come forward. The prisoners, supposedly lead by Brendon Urie, who murdered and kidnapped 4 celebrities three years ago are currently wanted in more than..."
And that's when my head started ringing.
When Meagan came home, she found me under the cold spray of the shower with my knees drawn up to my chest, fully clothed and shaking. Not just from the cold. Because the worst thing that could happen is happening.
And this time there's more than just myself to worry about.
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