Dear Diary

01/28/2001

She sent an Email as soon as she saw the photo. It looked like an acceptance letter to a school. The letter explained that "The Academy" could not send perspective students money for travel. It just sounds too weird to me. I have nothing to lose however. The sons of bitches at school figured if they couldn't save me through talk they would beat "Satan" out of me. I can't be beaten like that again.

I have all my things packed and made a hotmail account. I will send you, my diary in several emails to the account for storage and I hope later retrieval. If they let me at a computer I will talk to you at that time. I will attempt to get into his bedroom tonight while he is passed out drunk and then take all his money. If there is enough I will hitch to Dallas and take a bus from there. If not I will just hope there is enough for food and hitch to Boston. It will be hard but anything is better than this.

01/29/2001

I have to say good-bye now dear Diary. One last entry before I head out the door and leave here forever. My worthless father spent all but his last 35.00 at the bar last night. I will have to eat just once a day and hope I can get a few decent rides quickly. I am guessing I have about 1,700 miles on the road ahead of me. I am afraid now, so very afraid of what is to come. I have never even been out of this hick town in my life and now I am off to Boston. I looked it up on the maps and I will have to make it to I 40 and then into Tennessee and then up to the real world. I will write when I can.

02/14/2001

Over two weeks out here on the road and I am only in Memphis. Rides are hard to come by and people mostly pass you by. Sometime I gain only an exit or two and I had to run from the cops in Oklahoma. They would have held me as a runaway and I guess I am just that. Running away from Hell!

I am hungry all of the time and the 35.00 I took from my bastard father is gone. Life out here is full of lessons to be learned and I had no choice but to learn a hard lesson or starve.