>Wow, a lot can happen in a day. I spent a nice relaxing day driving around, getting a haircut, wandering aimlessly around the mall — you know, important errands. Had to meet up with a few people as they got out of work, hung out for a bit… then moseyed on over to my buddy Phil’s. His place is a great gathering place for all. His roommates are always there, only 1 seems to have a job… one’s retired @ 35, they add to the spice, however. It’s nice to never quite know who’s going to be there, who might stop by, and what type of beer they’ll be bringing. It’s got a good atmosphere, and it’s inspiring to see other people about my age actually established (at least house-wise).

I hung out there for a while until it was time to make it to the club. FUSE was fairly empty when I got there @ 10:50, they still let me in for $7. I’ve been there right @ 11, or 5 minutes before… and had to pay $15, usually they’ll keep it 7 as long as there’s a line outside, if you come after the line’s in… you’re paying full price. I always try to get there early. It was an interesting night, indeed. I will have to go back and find the date of my initial FUSE experience. It would be good to have them inter-linked.

Never underestimate the power of crazy, and never believe anyone. There’s more of a lesson to be seen here, but it would have to be too detailed.

I’m just glad that I have people that I know I can depend on when it comes down to it. I thank those people — there’s always people of opposite polarity, for whatever reason… so it’s good to know there are others on my side.

My concern with needing to get out of this general area is only heightened by the events of the past evening: as I was coming home there was a red truck following me from main street onward. I went by my house just out of sheer paranoia, they breaked as I turned, I looped around, took another road to come back out where they’d be passing me, and sure enough they passed and stopped. I flew at that point, well away from my house and general area… circled back around, double checked the area, I knew they were still canvassing, but they really had no idea where I was, so they just stayed around. I got out of my car, noticed break lights the next block over, unusual at 3:30 in the morning. I was watching the breaklights when I heard a car pass behind me, on the opposite end of my street. They stopped, and someone shouted “that was him” I ducked into the shadows… I don’t think they actually saw me, but I waited there… wanting them to pass by, just so I could see them without seeing me. They never came. I have no idea if I accidently cut someone off, passed the wrong person… if it’s related to my past difficulties… or the events of the evening. I just know it scared the shit out of me, and I know if it comes down to getting away in the car… bring it on.