Wednesday, January 11, 2012

We stopped at a Kroger for no more than five minutes.

Had to get some shit for the road. Food, water, Tylenol, whatever. The usual stuff.

It was when we got back outside that things got a little weird.

At first I thought we'd gotten a parking ticket. There was a little square of paper stuck under the wiper. Strange, sure, but nothing too suspicious. Elaine and Em were trailing behind a bit, Emily struggling to pull a Kit-Kat from underneath a week's worth of ramen and Dr. Pepper.

Yeah, I know it tastes like shit. Bite me.


It's college all over again on the road, and I'm not sure if I'm complaining or not.

Anyway.

So the note. And yeah, it was a note, not a parking ticket. A scaaaaary~ little piece of cryptic bullshit written on the back of what looked like a lotto ticket.

"F(X)RGETTING S(X)METHING?"

You had to be kidding me.

This was so Marble Hornets.

Wasn't really sure what to make of it at first. You get a note under your wiper and normally it's some passive-aggressive asshole raging on about your inability to parallel park or a nice little chunk of change you're expected to pay because you ran into a store for five minutes for a pack of cigs because of course it's only when you're gone for a few minutes. It's not really that common to find what looks like My First Death Threat, letters cut out of a magazine and O's crossed with what you swear must have been tar or paint because it sticks to your fingers and stinks.

I guess we did the most logical thing with it.

That is, take the note and get out of there as quickly as possible.

Hey, we're snarky, not stupid. Even if this is some newbie fresh off the betentacled bandwagon we're not about to take any chances. Elaine doesn't seem the slightest bit concerned and I'm a little more curious as to why it's on a lottery ticket instead of some personalized operator-symbol ridden stationary à la the red-haired bastard or something ripped from a 16-year-old girl's diary.

Either way, we're still on the road. Elaine's started putting us in connection rooms so she can have her nights in peace - says it's 'nightmares' but yeah, right, like I'm going to believe that. At least I get some time to watch Em and figure some stuff out for myself.

Updates to come, I guess. Nothing else to report.

16 comments:

  1. Better check what else is under the ramen, maybe they're warning you about a moldy piece of somethin?

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  2. Holy fuck, Shadiey! You haven't been around in forever. Good to see you. And no, nothing rotten in the groceries-which /weren't/ just ramen and soda, for fuck's sake we have a kid to feed.

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    1. To true and it is good to see you as well. Hehe glad to hear it. Kid? I've been trying to keep up but I haven't had the capacity for it but anyway no matter least I know you're alive.

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    2. Fuck, you're way out of date, aren't you?

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  3. Heh... Well, at least you're making sure the kid eats, right? Fucking hell, stay safe and all that shit, especially with a sproglet in tow.

    -Darts

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  4. Look after
    yourselves.
    All of you.

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  5. Stay safe you guys. Even though this guy does sound like a newbie there's no harm in keeping your defenses up.

    And shame that lottery ticket can't be redeemed if you win. I think. I mean I'm pretty sure you have to state resident in order to actually get the money.

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  6. Well, this is a right fucking interesting development. Got a new fan?

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  7. Thanks, Darts, and yes, I am.

    We do our best, Ember

    Nah, Raggedy, you don't have to be, at least not here. I checked.

    I guess, Robin. It's fucking insane.

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  8. I would give some advice, but I think we all know how it goes.
    Stay safe. Keep updated.

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  9. So nice of the proxy to give you a free ticket, maybe it has some winning numbers!
    ...Yeah, okay, that statement didn't even convince me, can't blame a guy for trying...
    Think I'd be more worried about that tar though, especially if you can't tell what it is. Some people do white powder in an envelope, after all...

    Is it too overdone to wish you safe travels yet? Ah well, even if it is, you get the gist.

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  10. I don't know who this douchebag is, but I can see this kind of crap getting old FAST.

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  11. Oh wow it sounds like youguys have been through a lot. I don't know how much you know about all this but its probably more than me which is a good thing. I hope things get better for you and also that nothing bad happens!

    -Bondie

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  12. Good to hear you're up and kicking, you lot. I'll probably see you around.

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    1. I'll be looking forward to it darlin.

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