The Twenty-Fourth Post

I finally got access, but I know I don't have long. I had gone into the 121st & Elm Wal-Mart momentarily earlier, and came out to find my car being towed away. I guess they did report it stolen, and the cops got it. No use chasing it and drawing attention to myself. I thought it would be unwise to use the McDonald's to post my final post when I'd just posted my last one quickly a few moments before while enjoying my sausage biscuit.

I dipped back into the Wal-Mart and walked out the opposite door and around the back of the building. They hadn't figured out that I'd seen them, so I went North across the service road, and crossed the bridge over the South Loop turnpike to get myself to the Mazzio's at 101st and Elm. I knew they had wi-fi, so I thought I'd make a final post before they figure out a) that I'm no longer in Wal-Mart, and b) start canvassing the area to locate me.

I did walk two miles so I imagine they've figure out I'm no longer at Wal-Mart. If they've checked the blog, they'll know I posted something else. This Mazzio's won't open for some time still, but I can get the signal sitting at the door. I've just got to be careful, though. I look nothing short of suspicious sitting out here.

It's ok, though. I've uploaded some files and emailed a friend of mine. I've decided this Mist group has too much power no matter how safe they keep the city. There must be some control, and while I know their secrecy allows them to break the law at will, there's no cause for it. Why should I disappear for knowing who they are? Sure, I deserve to be punished for breaking the law, but not disappear.

Heh, I should have gone to the police and turned myself in. I don't think they would have taken me, actually. I'm sure The Mist got Mack's body and never turned anything over to the police. I would be turning myself in for a crime that was never committed. Not according to them anyway. If I told them my story, they'd think I was off my nut. Oh, I could be committed. Nah, never work. The Mist would have me taken out and I would accompany their "doctor" to a "special facility."

it's weird sitting here at what amounts to the end of my life. The temperature's not bad out today, and just being out here in the morning air is very refreshing. I forgot to look at the gauge in my car earlier, but I think it was around 50 earlier. I wish I could just sit here forever. It's very nice.

You know, my life started out normally. Like any other. I went to school, did a little military, finished college, got a degree, got a job, but it was when I got a girl that everything went horribly wrong. And all the divorced 29-year olds said "Amen." Seriously, though, who woudl have thought only eight months ago that I'd go from a cushy programming job to sitting outside a Mazzio's hijacking their wi-fi for what my well be my last blog entry.

Life is just funny that way. Well, a car just passed, and I think it's turning around, so I'd best make my best run for it. I hope my frien is able to do something with what I sent him. The Mist will know this isn't over. They must be removed, and it will be up to him now to take them out.

I hope to write again someday. Good-bye.