I am recording this, why I don’t have the slightest idea, but Erin thinks it ought to be recorded for history.  More likely, winter will come and I will be using this for fire making.  I won’t tell her that, but considering the number of times we had to bug out of a camp and abandon shit, one might think she would think nothing was permanent.  So here I am at some place Arklay.  I was damn anxious about coming any where civilized. Last group we joined that was building thought civilized meant regular hangings and executions. Yeah, was time to leave that place, but finding the head shop on the island was about as what I called civilize.  Damn foolish to get high, but damn we been on the run so long now it felt like, rest.  Anyway, they got a hospital. I ought to avoid that place, but something about this place made me remember how I once believed in service.  Maybe I will pull my shit together and be someone, something again, maybe for Erin’s sake.  Girl, girl friend, is that what she is too me. After all we been through, seemed not enough to call her that, but I will work on that.  She gave me bullets today. Got to love a woman that finds you ammo.