Dominic Monaghan - Background

I thought I was on a roadtrip from LA to Vancouver. At least, that's what the man operating the bus said. So, it turns out, I don't trust news-listed one-eyed bus drivers anymore. But, more than that, I'm probably never going to get to Vancouver. Hope the guys don't worry. If they really need me, they'll have to come down here and talk to me themselves, because I can't find my phone, (though I think I've heard it ring a couple of times).

So I'm kind of stuck. Thought I'd pool my money. Then I realised I didn't have any. That's the reason I'm working for this guy in the old post office. I'm surprised he doesn't make me take the horse and buggy out on errands. No, he isn't that generous. I do, however, get a bike - which I'm pretty sure is the same one used in the original version of The Wizard of Oz...you know, the one the wicked witch rides. Yes, except this one doesn't fly. And, ufortunately for my most recent pair of pants, won't outrun "your little dog, too," (which, I might add, isn't so little). The job pays reasonably well, but I still have to wait out a bit of this bad luck before I can get out again. If there's anywhere to get out to. Maybe I'll test the road on foot. Or try to get that bike to fly again, somehow.

In the meantime, I've taken up some sort of residence in a...well, what I would call a careful arrangement of wooden planks. It seems to have kept for the past thousand years by some miracle, waiting for me to find it. Every time I look to that warped ceiling at night while lying in my shoddy bed, a question of safety grows in my mind. I wonder if there are bears outside... Do I have a sleeping bag somewhere around?

Still can't find that phone...

And this is the beginning of my life here. One man against the other three... As far as I know, that is. I'm wondering if this is a cruel trick of fate. In other words, there may be a reason I'm here, scraping money for fish and chips, tripping on broken porches, being eaten by neighbors' dogs... I can't believe I'm going to keep thinking this. For the sake of sanity, I think my life is trying to tell me to drop my philosophy. So why don't I listen?

Maybe I'll just stick around a little longer. Maybe something will happen.



Yeah, right.


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