Sep 18, 2008 03:37
I'm honestly afraid to sleep or unlock my doors or move. I carry my cell and a baseball bat to the bathroom. I'm just sitting here, wired despite all the drugs. I keep hearing thuds outside and I am afraid to look.
He called during dinner and told me he would return my $1000 computer and give me the $300 he says he owes me on Saturday. If he does, I call it a win and will just eat the $700 he does not think exists despite the fact that it does.
In the meantime, if he shows up, the police will be soon to follow.