Stupid Fast

Chapter 13: IT IS 2:35 A.M.




I’m the opposite of how I was that day. I am the opposite of tired. No sleep. No sleep.

Jerri couldn’t check on me if I did sleep. Jerri isn’t in the house.

Maybe I will be able to sleep soon. The air in the basement is getting cooler or maybe I’m finally cooling down. I was so freaking hot. I was a pee pan full of sweat. It’s possible I sweat more than most people because of my high metabolism (eat and eat and eat). Holy crap, I would kill for food. I’m going to get some food. Going to the kitchen.

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Eating now. Ham and cheese in a sundried tomato wrap.

Painful trip to the kitchen though. I’ve got cuts and bruises on my shins. My foot hurts (stomped on). My left hand is throbbing. It’s swollen. I’ve got a big bruise and bump on my hip.

I’ve never been this beaten up, not even when I crashed my Schwinn Varsity and slid on the gravel. Beat to hell!

2:38 a.m.

Story. Story. Story.