Days without conditioner: 95

Days without new, package-fresh, panties: 765

Days without Dr. Scholl’s inserts: 500

Days since my last cigarette: 325

Of all the things I never expected to be writing here, things have been alright lately. Rolling into Arklay was probably the best decision I could have made, and the locals have made it even more worth while. A little illusive; my first trip around town left me wondering if it was a ghost town, but once you hunker down they start coming out of the woodwork. Trade is good in the area, and if you have a sharp eye the dumpsters haven’t been picked clean yet– something that shocked me the first time I wrangled out a Snicker’s Bar. Old, but edible. It was a solid three minutes of nirvana.

If you’ve found this journal, and you’re fresh off the road like me I recommend sliding through Dixon’s. It’s a bit of a beater to look at, but the folks that keep it running and the type mama taught me to rub elbows with. Good, hard-working folks that keep an eye out for their team. Did a scavenging run with them, and we turned up pretty lucky. Some gun-holes punched through here and there, but no one got left behind; and there’s some new supplies on the island. I’ve never seen three people trying so hard to carry panes of glass before. You’d think it was diamond.

I plan to settle in for awhile and see what happens next, so, until next time!

~M