Well the last week was fun. Running from he police and all. It did have some pay off though, I re-met an old friend of mine, she is seriously one of the only reasons why my ass isnt in jail. I mean Im sure Ive killed at least two or three people, so its only reasonable to go hide at my old friends right? Yes thats right Ive been hiding here for days, and surprisingly Jadine hasnt yet sold me out to the cops. I guess its just luck I'm alive at all, running from a knife welding man is not easy with my short fucking legs, but it is easy to nearly lose your face in a fight with said crazy mother fucker. Its the worst thing ever to crawl to a house and ring the door bell like theres no tommorrow though. Oh well, at least it happened I was at Jadines house, out of all the chances ever.
Even better still, that note with the adress I found? Jadines adress, I guess that dead crazy asshole that tried to kill me had done good in the end, remember kids every crazy person has their use.

But shit this is pretty sweet, shes gone most of the day. Doing what I dont even want to know. Only down side is I still feel like my arm will never heal, and Jadines creeper than I remember. Like I will wake up at night and she will be at the end of the bed, its creepy as shit.