misterpoop

I dont know how long I can continue. Im referring to my lies. Its obvious that I need help but to whom should I turn? Caldwells not due back for another three days and I cant very well prosecute these bastards by myself, and on top of that, Hector seems to have left. I havent seen him in twenty four hours. So now what? Im surrounded in the foul kitchen with no distractions. My demise is imminent: My neighbor has split up with her beau and now, I can no longer listen to them hump. The silence. I cant take the silence. If I drink another beer, I believe I may begin to howl at the moon. Not good. The last thing I need to do is draw attention to myself. If the Neocons catch wind of my where abouts, I'm a condemned man. Either way I don't see much difference. Fuck! Wheres my lawyer when I need him.