February 24, 2012 10:37:42 PM EST
after seeing that all is well, i turn & leave. at the house, greg is unconscious. his head is swollen from where i cold cocked him. i grab his meth supply & leave. when i get to the woods i bury it & continue on to one of my viewpoints, an abandoned railroad track maybe 30 feet in the air overlooking the woods & the very same creek that runs by my house. this creek runs all the way through town. i sit there & think most of the night, then free run home & sneak into my room via the window. i put on my headphones & blast Megadeth full power. "ahhh. the gospel according to Dave Mustane." i then drift off to sleep.