My puppy is safe. I'm alive.
The crazy cop Scot moved beyond mere harassment and got me to spend two weeks in a MAXSEC (Maximum Security) prison.
It wasn't easy. It was hard, even if it was only two weeks, it was hard.
I'm in Pennsylvania now, heading south. Mare rescued me.
We're still close. Maybe its a curse - hers as well as mine.
Trying to kill me has never been seen as completely fatal to me. I have a lot of friends who've tried in one way or another. Its when the trap shuts that you can see and know the difference between friends and family.
We've spent two days together healing each others wounds if only a little bit.
Tomorrow we'll have to part. She to go home, work and take care of her dogs. Me, to climb onto a Greyhound Bus and to start to recover a life, start over again.
I need to rest. I need to heal.
There's no time. Urgency is the price of a dollar.
I'll make it because that's what I do. I'll get my puppy back by my side because that's what we do.
As to Mare and I its what we do in the silence and the times we are alone that will define what is to come.
I need rest and I need to heal. What happened to me these past two weeks I need to retell, to clarify and to understand becasue its important to me to not forget. Important to see that it must not happen to someone else.
This sounds somber. It isn't meant to. Its only sounds that way because its not an adventure. Its only life.