Impossible. I mean.
It has been years since someone threw that name in my general direction. Years! They don’t even own ground in this whole godforsaken country! And some low life wage slave nobody Johnson from a ma and pop office no one has ever heard about or cared about knew exactly who I used to be. Tried to use it against me. No less. You’d think he would know better than to stand me up. I honestly should have put him down for the disrespect but I had an example I was trying to set for the children. We are not a break the doors down guns’a blazing team.
And today went awful enough as it was.
Could go wrong it did. Never want to get that close to getting arrested ever again. Never leaving the kids alone ever again. Never letting that boy talk ever again. He snapped in… a few different ways today. Which is worrying in a few different ways. We already have our hands full with our charge I need to be able to count on him.
Something about this doesn’t add up. Johnny boy knew too much. About me, about the run, about how it went south. (Have these jobs gone any other way.)
I’m not overly fond of how much my children know about me now either. I’m lucky they took my condition well. But this? That name has more bloodshed attached to it than my condition. And that’s something I’m even ashamed of.
I need to burn off steam. I’m tired, and getting hungry. And then have some words with probably the only person I’ve ever met more paranoid than me.
If he’s ok anyway.