this morning #1490.
this morning, i received a cryptic message about my latest job. the men who’d funded it were asking me to meet with them. this was odd. usually, after i’d set the blaze & collected my pay, we all moved on. didn’t speak of it again, secure in the knowledge that we’d made our point & were in the clear. i’d always feared that this day would come. someone must know something. at first, i thought about running. leaving my life behind. deep down, i knew they’d ultimately find me, so i didn’t even try. instead, i drove down to an arranged location. waited. as i sat in my car puffing on a cigar, i tried to imagine what could’ve gone wrong. damnit. had i finally fucked up & left some sort of sign behind? i’ll find out soon enough.