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QwertyBoy · 04-04-2003, 01:25 AM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but

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04-04-2003, 01:25 AM	#11
QwertyBoy Registered User Join Date: Apr 2003 Posts: 1	Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception. He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot. Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are." Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but