I'll start applying for jobs tomorrow (now that my notice has been submitted). To an extent, where I flee from Smileys (or Clowns) is out of my control. I'm not a millionaire, etc.
A police officer just tapped on my window (sleeping in my van) checking to see if I was still alive. I remember two incidences lately in this town of a trucker dying in vehicle. Hopefully, they don't kill me before I leave.
I was arguing with a supervisor about the Killers and he started talking about how "nobody cares." Paraphrase: "you see a prostitute walking up to a truck and he's already". I had been voicing the concern that they may kill randomly. I do hope that that statement can be taken fairly literally. (I've seen that scenario.) Hopefully, it's not an illusion to "you're already be married to Christianity; are you now worshipping money?" A hard working supervisor died. A peer to him alluded to created kill gangs and that the hard workers tend to die first.
We're all going to Great Britain, now, is that the idea? Oh God... You people tire me. Please, don't be offended if I don't settle down in the UK. Absurd cycles of frantic drifting!