5 PM

 

I’m almost home.

Just five more minutes. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

How can I maybe be a fugitive? I’ve never done anything, that bad, in my life. Sure I get on the internet and say mean things. But, everyone does. Don’t they? Of course, they do!

The day started so well. 

Even the weather seems strange now. Everything is dim. I rolled my windows down and I can’t even hear the birds that normally line the trees. I don’t even like birds. But, for some reason, I wish I could see them now.

I love this neighborhood.  I chose it for specific reasons. Beautiful homes, everyone has nice cars, minds their own business and look like me.  It’s lined with trees on both sides of the street and the lawns are well manicured. The only time anyone undesirable comes around is to do the lawns. What more could you want?

 

How did this all happen? And to me.

I’m educated, make excellent money, very good looking and excellent at everything I do.

The only thing I’ve ever done that’s questionable is marry Susie. But, she was pretty and took direction well. I told her what to do and she did it.

I’m going to drive down the street as slowly as I can. I want to see Agent Black before he sees me.

I think I see his car. There’s a black sedan parked in front of the house.

I just have to look calm and unbothered.

 I haven’t done anything to get in that much trouble. I know I’ve said some not very nice things to a lot of people, that in my mind, deserve it. But, I wouldn’t say I’m a bully. They can’t arrest you for being a bully anyway. Can they? I know what Matt said. But, he might just be wrong. How can they do anything?

How can they have you fired and take away college and do all of the things that I keep being told they can do?

It doesn’t make any sense. It’s too harsh. There are too many sensitive cry babies that wouldn’t let that happen. Even if they don’t like you, they still give you ten thousand chances and fight for your rights and freedom of speech.

The front door just opened.

Okay, there’s Susie. She looks scared. Why is she waving so hard as if she hasn’t seen me in a month?

Good Lord. Why is he inside the house? Why did she let him come in?

Agent Black came out of the front door and stood next to Susie. Smiling and rubbing his hands together.

He’s not as tall as I thought he would be. And he looks happier than I think he should. Why does he look so damn happy? Why did she let him go into the house?

Okay, I’ll just apologize, look sad, regretful and tell him that I’m going to delete all of my social media and be a good person from now on.  See it’s that easy. This won’t take more than ten minutes.

 

I got a text from Becky.

 

Text:

Becky -“You’re so fucked.”

 

Wow, I hate teenagers.

Photo courtesy of @darius.krs