16. back from the clinic

1993 Aug 2 - 6 PM

The idiots were still hitting my garage door when I left. Really freaky when I turned the car on and they started chasing me. At least I led them out of my street...

The clinic was a five-minute drive away. Everything is worse than before. A few house alarms are going off, I think a few are on fire in the neighborhood.

It's been really dry lately. I hope it doesn't spread.... No 911, no cops, no firemen...

Anyways, I got to the medical clinic, and it looked like a tornado had gone through it. The place had so much blood, broken glass, and I could hear people knocking stuff over in the rooms.

I found where they keep the drugs, the door was already broken open. I really don't know what I grabbed, but I recognize codeine. I don't know the proper amount so I've just taken a little spoon of it.. It's already helping.

Nobody's banging on the garage door anymore. At last I can relax and sleep..