Damnit

The Man has caught up with me. This ain't good, baby. Thought I'd managed to slide under his radar but just when I thought I could see white light, an escape and a life of relative normality *BANG* The Man shafts me with his Man Stick. Might leave this joint now. To where? I'm not sure. Probably either Mexico or the Sounds. I like the hombres. Not Norway. For how long? Perhaps for good. Perhaps for a week or two. I don't know. When will I leave? I don't know? When will I stop talking like a git and restart the rewriting? I don't know.

Bah.