February 19th, 2004 Almost midnight. Strange things are happening
So, it’s been over a week and I’m still here in Von’s apartment. He keeps saying it will be safer if I stay at his place, but I have the feeling he just doesn’t want me to open my mouth and share the details of the night I got shot with anyone. He asked me every day since I’ve been here where I went and who I spoke to. But typically I just stay in his apartment all day and typically there is absolutely no one I speak to. The longest conversation I’ve had is saying “Thank you” to the grocery store clerk when I couldn’t reach the pasta sauces on the top shelf. Von has absolutely no food in the fridge besides the few things that I buy for myself. He is never here to eat dinner with either.
I’m glad he leaves me about $60 a day to survive on. But usually I don’t spend most of it and just leave it on the table.
Von had someone go to my shitty ex-apartment last week and collect my things. He basically demanded that I couldn’t do it. I was sooo pissed. I mean having someone who you don’t know go to pick up your underwear and stuff, I felt really invaded.
But, my stuff is here now. In 5 small cardboard boxes but even though it seems like I moved in, I still don’t feel like this is home.
My purse has its ritual spot and Von has even offered me his bed.
...Read the rest here:
http://thebeautifulundead.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-19th-2004-almost-midnight.html
...Read the rest here:
http://thebeautifulundead.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-19th-2004-almost-midnight.html
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