Same small town, I think...
Wednesday, August 20th, 2003
Same small town, I think...
A Dom Entry
Things have gotten a little cold around here. Like a cold live wire. And I have no clue as to what that means.
I was working the normal route yesterday. Nothing unusual, really, if you ignored the commotion about the café. Seems there'd been criminal activity, and not without a fuss. Apparently the owner was in a bit of shock. Of course, I don't blame her. Having to avoid police cars on the streets is not an obstacle I'd like to make a habit of overcoming.
I didn't poke my nose into the business at all. Didn't want to disturb. But, even so, it was disturbing to me. I'd heard from Marty earlier today that there had been gunfire at some point, and a cop had been injured. And, well, a fair amount of trauma we've gotten ourselves into then! I only hope now that they catch the bastards who did it.
What's their big problem with a small town like this, anyway? Small towns don't need big problems. And I think I've been here just long enough to know that small town people don't deserve shite like this.
Marty let me off early today, because he somehow knows me better than I do. He said I was stressed, and then practically kicked me out of the building. Damn, and I need to get those hours in, too. But he was right. I was angry. I don't usually get so shaken-up about things, but this incident was just weighing a little too heavily on my mind. There are too few people in this town, and many fewer whom I've come to know at all. If anything were to happen to them ...
What would it be like?
Sometimes I wonder if I should even bother getting to know them at all. It's like adopting a lost puppy, and naming it, and loving it ... and too soon the phone rings, and its owners are there on the line. I'll just end up losing them anyway.
I'm listening to some Stone Roses on my disc-man, and I know I need more CDs. Why I left them all at home is a wonder. This song is far too cheery.
It's so late. I know I'm tired, but I don't want to find myself waking up to tomorrow. Mornings are never very good when you wake up in a river shack. And I feel like I need someone around.
Maybe I'm finally getting homesick. Or desperate. Really desperate to get away. It's so confusing. The abandoned puppy-eyes of small town life are slowly burning into the back of my head, and suddenly I'm not sure what I want. Someone should come and take this town away from me - that would solve things. Screw fate.
I want to visit Billy tomorrow.
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