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[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

Flustered, no good, terrifyingly bad day.

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[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

So much for gettin' better, huh?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

It was all going so well...

I should have known it wouldn't last.

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

Ain't that the way of it.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

I guess it is. Just when you think everything is working out and that nothing can get at you, it all comes crashing down.

It really sucks.

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

There's a way around that crash, you know. It's called nihilism.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

Like... like not trying to make things better anymore? Just existing in the crash?

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

Basically. Shit's going to crash anyways. Might as well enjoy it.

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Those come along once and again. Care to tell what happened?

Hi again, by the way.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

Hey. Reid, right?

Yeah, I uhm... my dad and a few others escaped prison. There's a nation-wide manhunt going on right now to try to find them. My dad's in prison, did I ever tell you that? I don't think I told you that. I never tell anyone that. But I just did. Crap. And I guess now he's not in prison... so...

Oh god I'm rambling.

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Reid, that's right.

Whoa.

First of all, are you alright? I mean, safe. Are you safe? Is there a chance for your father showing up and doing something... ill-advised? Or somebody else showing up to use you to get to him?

Maybe I've read too many books, right? I mean, too. But just...

Where was the prison he escaped from? And did he know where you are?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I don't know if I'm alright. He's not a very good person and he's... he thinks I betrayed him. But I was just eleven... you know? I was just eleven years old when they made me testify against him. I didn't know what I was doing. But I mean it was the right thing to do but...

Rambling.

I don't think I'm safe. He writes me. But there's a cop outside watching the building. So maybe I'm safe. He's killed cops before though. I don't know.

He was in the maximum security prison in Auburn. So much for maximum. It's four hours away. Four hours. He escaped nine hours ago. I mean if he's on foot then he can't get here this quickly. But if he hitched a ride...

Maybe he's not even coming here. I mean I didn't really become important to him until his trial. And then he just kept in touch with me after that to remind me that I screwed up.

So maybe he's going away from New York. You know? It's possible.

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Well. Shit.

Don't worry about the rambling, really.

So he might come after you, and you're, um, staying home, where he knows the address?

How about you round up that cop and go somewhere else. School, or the library. Go downstairs, somewhere that people won't see you and so couldn't tell him. If you have to, let the cops lay a trap for him at your place, just in case.

Unless, um. I dunno. What did he write to you about. Did he threaten you? But maybe it'd be best if you aren't where he can find you until you know if he would look for you?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

The police told me not to go to work. But maybe I should just go. I mean the library is full of people. And I've already rearranged all of my books here like three times. How many times can you rearrange the same books? By title, by author, by color, by genre... I mean I've run out of ways to rearrange the books.

He wrote to me, telling me he missed me and that he was sorry for all that he did. He's playing the martyr game so I'll feel bad. At least that's what I've been told. Cause he always describes the past in detail and then reminds me that he's disappointed in how the trial went. It was sixteen years ago and I get a letter like that on the first of every month. He's really good at mind games.

Sometimes he wonders if I'm as messed up as my mother was. But she wasn't that messed up except that she stayed with him. She was only messed up to him and because of him.

God, look at me dumping all of this on you. I never talk about this. But it's like the flood gates are open or something. I'm sorry.

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

So much for gettin' better, huh?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

It was all going so well...

I should have known it wouldn't last.

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

Ain't that the way of it.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

I guess it is. Just when you think everything is working out and that nothing can get at you, it all comes crashing down.

It really sucks.

[crossandbones.livejournal.com]

There's a way around that crash, you know. It's called nihilism.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

Like... like not trying to make things better anymore? Just existing in the crash?

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Those come along once and again. Care to tell what happened?

Hi again, by the way.

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

Hey. Reid, right?

Yeah, I uhm... my dad and a few others escaped prison. There's a nation-wide manhunt going on right now to try to find them. My dad's in prison, did I ever tell you that? I don't think I told you that. I never tell anyone that. But I just did. Crap. And I guess now he's not in prison... so...

Oh god I'm rambling.

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Reid, that's right.

Whoa.

First of all, are you alright? I mean, safe. Are you safe? Is there a chance for your father showing up and doing something... ill-advised? Or somebody else showing up to use you to get to him?

Maybe I've read too many books, right? I mean, too. But just...

Where was the prison he escaped from? And did he know where you are?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I don't know if I'm alright. He's not a very good person and he's... he thinks I betrayed him. But I was just eleven... you know? I was just eleven years old when they made me testify against him. I didn't know what I was doing. But I mean it was the right thing to do but...

Rambling.

I don't think I'm safe. He writes me. But there's a cop outside watching the building. So maybe I'm safe. He's killed cops before though. I don't know.

He was in the maximum security prison in Auburn. So much for maximum. It's four hours away. Four hours. He escaped nine hours ago. I mean if he's on foot then he can't get here this quickly. But if he hitched a ride...

Maybe he's not even coming here. I mean I didn't really become important to him until his trial. And then he just kept in touch with me after that to remind me that I screwed up.

So maybe he's going away from New York. You know? It's possible.

[letsdropin.livejournal.com]

Well. Shit.

Don't worry about the rambling, really.

So he might come after you, and you're, um, staying home, where he knows the address?

How about you round up that cop and go somewhere else. School, or the library. Go downstairs, somewhere that people won't see you and so couldn't tell him. If you have to, let the cops lay a trap for him at your place, just in case.

Unless, um. I dunno. What did he write to you about. Did he threaten you? But maybe it'd be best if you aren't where he can find you until you know if he would look for you?

[ocd-bibliophile.livejournal.com]

The police told me not to go to work. But maybe I should just go. I mean the library is full of people. And I've already rearranged all of my books here like three times. How many times can you rearrange the same books? By title, by author, by color, by genre... I mean I've run out of ways to rearrange the books.

He wrote to me, telling me he missed me and that he was sorry for all that he did. He's playing the martyr game so I'll feel bad. At least that's what I've been told. Cause he always describes the past in detail and then reminds me that he's disappointed in how the trial went. It was sixteen years ago and I get a letter like that on the first of every month. He's really good at mind games.

Sometimes he wonders if I'm as messed up as my mother was. But she wasn't that messed up except that she stayed with him. She was only messed up to him and because of him.

God, look at me dumping all of this on you. I never talk about this. But it's like the flood gates are open or something. I'm sorry.