04-11-2002, 02:21 PM
one time i ripped the tag thats attached to the matress. i live in constant fear that the autorities will catch up to me. i've been forced to move, change my name and appearance more time than i wish to admit. once you cross that line, theres no going back. i long for the days when things were innocent and i could sleep without keeping one eye on the doorknob. the life of a fugitive is a wretched existance.