The Intrepid Reporter Hath Returned . . .
I'm sorry I've been MIA for the last couple of weeks. I just needed to get out of Los Angeles and clear my head. Everything with Anne and Parker just had me seething, so I needed to escape for a while. I drove south to see the crater formerly known as Sunnydale first. How many people can actually have the satisfaction of seeing their shithole of a hometown become a crater? Well, after about five seconds of standing there staring into the crater, I'd had enough of that and I turned around and drove back north.
Then I drove to the beach, and lay in a beach chair and drank mai tais for the rest of the time. Occasionally I'd go for walks, or I'd swim. What no one really knows about me is I'm actually a really good swimmer. I just refused to join the Sunnydale High swim team with numb-nuts like Gage Petronzi or Cameron Walker. Of course, look what happened to them . . . So maybe the Sentinel was the best place for me after all.
Anyway, I spent a lot of that time on the beach relaxing and reflecting. If Parker is what makes Anne happy, then she deserves to be happy. If Parker is the guy I remember from UC Sunnydale, he'll eventually shoot himself in the foot and Anne will see him for the guy he really is. But I'm not going to try to come between them. I will just be a good friend to Anne and be there for her when the bottom falls out.
Speaking of Anne, it seems she had a rather unpleasant experience while I was away. Turning into K'lyazar? I can't believe it. How horrible was that for her? She must have been terrified. But I'm glad she got to the bottom of it. I knew Amy Madison was into some crazy shit back in Sunnydale, what with that whole turning into a rat thing, but I didn't know she was capable of turning someone into a demon. Note to self: Stay away from Amy Madison.
Anyway, so I'm back in town. Reporting to work tomorrow, but tonight I think I'll head to the teen shelter and see how Ms. Steele is doing . . .
Then I drove to the beach, and lay in a beach chair and drank mai tais for the rest of the time. Occasionally I'd go for walks, or I'd swim. What no one really knows about me is I'm actually a really good swimmer. I just refused to join the Sunnydale High swim team with numb-nuts like Gage Petronzi or Cameron Walker. Of course, look what happened to them . . . So maybe the Sentinel was the best place for me after all.
Anyway, I spent a lot of that time on the beach relaxing and reflecting. If Parker is what makes Anne happy, then she deserves to be happy. If Parker is the guy I remember from UC Sunnydale, he'll eventually shoot himself in the foot and Anne will see him for the guy he really is. But I'm not going to try to come between them. I will just be a good friend to Anne and be there for her when the bottom falls out.
Speaking of Anne, it seems she had a rather unpleasant experience while I was away. Turning into K'lyazar? I can't believe it. How horrible was that for her? She must have been terrified. But I'm glad she got to the bottom of it. I knew Amy Madison was into some crazy shit back in Sunnydale, what with that whole turning into a rat thing, but I didn't know she was capable of turning someone into a demon. Note to self: Stay away from Amy Madison.
Anyway, so I'm back in town. Reporting to work tomorrow, but tonight I think I'll head to the teen shelter and see how Ms. Steele is doing . . .