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I've been driving for three days now. Late-night radio is a surprisingly pleasant companion once you keep to music-only stations. Human voices don't grate at me so much when they sing. That's how they should sound all the time.
 
I've been driving for three days now. Late-night radio is a surprisingly pleasant companion once you keep to music-only stations. Human voices don't grate at me so much when they sing. That's how they should sound all the time.
  
Five times, my phone has rung from its place on the passenger seat before going to voice mail. That's twenty-five rings, each making me want to pick up more than the last. I'm afraid to pick up. I know it'll make things worse, not only for Eileen, but for everyone else too.
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Five times, my phone has rung from its place on the passenger seat before going to voicemail. That's twenty-five rings, each making me want to pick up more than the last. I'm afraid to pick up. I know it'll make things worse, not only for Eileen, but for everyone else too.
  
 
But with every single ring, I feel my hand going for the phone before I can stop myself.
 
But with every single ring, I feel my hand going for the phone before I can stop myself.
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I listen to the messages afterwards, when I take a break. (I don't really listen to the words, just the voice. It's good to hear.) I have to take breaks more often, now. There are times when the constant, humming noise of the truck engine makes me want to just smash it into pieces. So I pull over and I run away before... before things go bad. Sometimes it takes me a couple of hours before I'm in good enough shape to get back on the road.
 
I listen to the messages afterwards, when I take a break. (I don't really listen to the words, just the voice. It's good to hear.) I have to take breaks more often, now. There are times when the constant, humming noise of the truck engine makes me want to just smash it into pieces. So I pull over and I run away before... before things go bad. Sometimes it takes me a couple of hours before I'm in good enough shape to get back on the road.
  
I'm running away, driving across the country on the basis of a single line in an Internet forum post. These days, I heavily ration my time on the web, because the inane chatter and repetitive tantrums on forums make me want to throw the monitor away. I can't afford new computers that often, so I go into cyber cafés and use search engines. But then I'm always drawn to the noise in the chat rooms and the blog comments and the forums, and it's usually the pre-set limit on my connection time that saves me.
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I'm running away, driving across the country on the basis of a single line in an Internet forum post. These days, I heavily ration my time on the web, because the inane chatter and repetitive tantrums on forums make me want to throw the monitor away. I can't afford new computers that often, so I go into cybercafés and use search engines. But then I'm always drawn to the noise in the chatrooms and the blog comments and the forums, and it's usually the pre-set limit on my connexion time that saves me.
  
 
This week, I found something worthwhile in time. The image of a piece of carved jasper, part of a Native American exhibition in a small museum on the Pacific coast. It's not Native, the anonymous poster said. It's something else, and it's older. It's a good enough reason, and a good enough time, to get out of dodge.
 
This week, I found something worthwhile in time. The image of a piece of carved jasper, part of a Native American exhibition in a small museum on the Pacific coast. It's not Native, the anonymous poster said. It's something else, and it's older. It's a good enough reason, and a good enough time, to get out of dodge.
  
I am many things. I'm a part-time mechanic, currently unemployed. I'm a pretty good surfer – good enough for the Gulf Coast scene, anyway. I'm quite the scholar on pre-Colombian art. I'm an accomplished cook. And I'm a killer.
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I am many things. I'm a part-time mechanic, currently unemployed. I'm a pretty good surfer – good enough for the Gulf Coast scene, anyway. I'm quite the scholar on pre-columbian art. I'm an accomplished cook. And I'm a killer.
  
I know I should feel disturbed by that last part. But I'm only disturbed because as the man said, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. It's not that I think those two guys I dumped in the ocean with their bones mangled and their windpipes crushed deserved it – although they did. They were drug-dealing scumbags. But I just don't. Care. That. Much. And the kids at the garage, who already practically worshiped me before, thought it was so cool. Well, that disturbed me for real. Time to go away for a while.
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I know I should feel disturbed by that last part. But I'm only disturbed because as the man said, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. It's not that I think those two guys I dumped in the ocean with their bones mangled and their windpipes crushed deserved it – although they did. They were drug-dealing scumbags. But I just don't. Care. That. Much. And the kids at the garage, who already practically worshipped me before, thought it was so cool. Well, that disturbed me for real. Time to go away for a while.
  
 
I offer myself the luxury of a genuine break before I cross the state line. It's getting closer to the ocean now. My skin feels tighter, harder. It does that, I've learned. When it gets so I can smell the salt, my vision will get sharper, and I'll feel my bones get heavier. I've learned that too.
 
I offer myself the luxury of a genuine break before I cross the state line. It's getting closer to the ocean now. My skin feels tighter, harder. It does that, I've learned. When it gets so I can smell the salt, my vision will get sharper, and I'll feel my bones get heavier. I've learned that too.

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