Dec 10, 2019
The Bride’s manipulation of history.
After leaving The Corporation, I would relax. Almost immediately, I’d receive the attached cease-and-desist letter from their attorneys. Just as expected, the response was a knee-jerk reaction to something I didn’t do. Just as expected, they misread my intent.
Not long after that, I received a phone call from the local sheriff. But since I was ghosting everybody, I let it ring to voicemail.
He said, “Hi Ryan, this is
$REDACTED, Chief of the Dallas Police Department. We just wanted to talk with you. Your mother is really worried about you. Can you please give me a call back? My number is
$REDACTED. Thank you.”
God damnit, Mom. I told you everything would be fine. I told you this was going to happen. Did you really have to go and call the police?
I sighed, and went on with my day. There were no further interruptions.
Later in the evening, I would leave to pick up food.
Upon leaving my hotel room, I would be greeted by a dog. He had been sitting upon the curb, apparently waiting for me. Next to him was a parked, running car, with blacked-out windows - almost certainly the FBI agents assigned to watch me. They sent the dog to sniff me for weapons - of which it would find none.
I briefly pet the dog, before jumping in my car, and proceeding to the local Arby’s. On the way, I would find that my path had been blockaded by a firetruck, and a half dozen emergency vehicles.
These guys were quick.
I would re-route myself around the blockade, eventually making it to the restaurant. Upon pulling through the drive-thru, I would find the attendant on the phone, shooting nervous glances in my direction. He would eventually service me - though poorly, forgetting my condiments.
During this time, while sitting outside of the take-out window, a security truck would pull alongside me, watching intently.
I would leave without incident, but my troubles were not finished.
Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
data.stats.symptoms [ - determination ]
I want to dance another day
For all of us that never had what it takes
I want to swim another mile
I’ve got to know if this will be worth my while
What a liar
What a thief
What a major fucking waste of my time
I’m glad I know you
— from Birds of Tokyo - “Medicine”