I’m hiding.  Climbed up the ferris wheel and plopped my over grown rear end into one of the cars.  I don’t want to see anyone for a bit.  Our group just got this land to do our trade out of.  Nothing more depressing than an abandoned fairground. I’m supposed to be cleaning up but screw it,  I’m still weak.  Should I be? Please,  don’t let me be sick.  I stopped telling people I’m weak and I haven’t been to the hospital.  Hiding is good for now. Maybe I should steal some of Bethanys stash.  A good smoke might relax me.  For now,  I’m gonna sit here,  lie back and stare into the sky.  If i keep looking up,  i won’t see the chaos below me.  I miss the sound of birds chirping. Where did all the birds go? The breeze coming off the water reminds me of the trip we took to Catalina island with my family.  It felt so good,  the water,  the excitement of the fun to come.  Best not think about that now. Now,  I’m just going to enjoy the breeze and the quiet.