*Written in small slightly messy print. Riddled with commonly misspelled words.*

So I’m laying here in the shelter writing to myself again, mostly cause… well I’m bored out of my fucking mind. Arklays great, don’t get me wrong but Jesus, there don’t seem to be much going on. Even at the garage I don’t get much exciting shit to work on. Earlier this week I had to scavenge some wires to repair this old radio. Wasn’t much of a challenge, but it seemed to really make the lady who owns it happy. Though… I haven’t seen her come pick it up yet. So who knows.

I’m starting to learn how to get around Arklay and get to know a few people. Which isn’t easy for me, but it’s better than it used to be. I don’t seem to make as many people uncomfortable as I used to. Maybe it’s cause the worlds a piece of shit and I’m no longer the only one who’s a little rough around the edges.

I met this girl the other day, I can’t remember her name, it was foreign sounding. But she had pretty red hair. I think I pissed her off without meaning to. I haven’t seen her since to apologize. We were taken to this place called ‘The Eights’ and told we could stay there the night. It was the best night of sleep I had in months…. maybe longer. I walk by there every night on my way back to the shelter hoping to see someone who might let me back it. I only met the one guy from there, but I haven’t seen him since either.

The guys name was like, Ian or something… or it sounded like Ian, whatever. He said he had some welding work I could do around the apartment building, but that we’d have to get the equipment first. And he mentioned the mainland. Now, I got no problems with people stealing, we all do what we gotta do to get by and I did work in a chop shop back in the glory days. But I ain’t never been the one to do the lifting. Even so, I keep hoping I’ll see him again and maybe we can go hit that garage, who knows what else we might find there. Plus, I’m really interested in finding out what kinda work he’s got for me.

Speaking of work, I’ve been turning this idea around in my head for a bit. There’s so many junked out cars around the city, I bet no one would care or even notice if I started taking parts for them. I have a little side project in mind… I’ll have to ask Dane if he’ll let me use the shop for personal purposes though first. More on that later… right now though, I’m getting tired. Guess I’ll try to get some z’s.