August Sometime

He didn’t leave me. He came back. He brought medicine. I don’t know where He got it from and I don’t really care. The bottles had what looked like chemist labels on them but the chemist obviously didn’t ask any questions or I would be out of here by now. You know it’s amazing how no one ever wants to get involved any more. It’s like those monkeys, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil and don’t get involved, but expect everyone else to get involved if you need them and get pissed off when they don’t. So I’m still here. Unfortunately. He’s come to take the torch away, say’s if I don’t stop writing He’ll take my paper too. So tomorrow.