5 August 1994
I can't take it anymore.
They'll never find me.
I've run away.
Run away From the name calling.
The rumours around town.
I stop down by a diner.
A quiet, quaint little place with 3 people in it.
No one I know.
One is an armed police officer.
Looks like he takes his job a little too seriously.
I stay in the diner until noon. Watching the birds.
They're a type I havent seen before.
I sketch them.
Then start to sketch what I'd think to be the anatomy of the bird.
" Great place for bird watching, this place. Sometimes I sit and watch too. Better than television sometimes."
I look back to see who spoke.
The police officer.
And all I say is:
" That's nice." Uninterested in what he or anyone else's got to share.
A few minutes later when I've finished the birds anatomy, he comes over and sits next to me.
"You seem to have a keen eye for birds, maybe take up bird watching professionally, or drawing them?Of course there are schools in which a young man like yourself ca-"
"-Excuse me sir! If you would kindly mind your own buisness and not be such a pest that would be helpful, thank you."
At this point, I was quite annoyed.
I've never been one to rudely snap and say shove off but this was as close as id get.
I read his name badge as he walked away grumbling.
Braxley.
I'll have to tell this whole expierience to Rosie one day if she ever speaks to me.
I'll also need to find a place to sleep.
As long as there are birds round, I'll be fine.
