NOVEMBER 1ST-1986

I left Crystal Lake, still unsure of how to support my self though.

I've been sleeping at playgrounds, and taking food from wherever I could.

But still, I had a feeling that some one has been stalking me.

It's a very unnerving feeling, it just gets you so creeped out.

But I ignored it for the most part, I mean I had to.

I know I have left New Jersey, and I'm pretty sure that I'm up in Maryland now.

I'm destined to make it to California. I'm going to be there for the glam metal explosion.

It's what I'm going to do with my life.

Have my past completely forgotten, and be imploded with the sleazy glamour of Los Angles.

I never said I had high expectations for myself. Never had, never will.

But I had to change my name. I need to dump the past. And just live my life, THE WAY I'D LIKE.

But I'll do that when I'll make it to L.A.

But before I make it there, I have to take care of my stalker, who was it? I honestly don't know.

I sat down on a bench in front of a Kmart, and I heard a rushing in the bushes, I turned my head to see what it was.

I saw nothing. Nothing but a few odd cars in the parking lot and a few dim street lamps around the parking lot.

It is so cold out here.

I'm afraid I may freeze to death.

Thank god that Kmart is open 24 hours. I'm gonna go in and grab a sweatshirt. Or something.

Okay, so operation "Steel a sweatshirt" was a success. I have that feeling that I have to run though. Get outta the state.

Run like hell, that's what I'm gonna do.

Next stop: West Virginia!