Surry Investigations

My doctor gave me sleeping pills and prescription pain killers. He says he doesn’t see anything wrong with me, but he scheduled a CAT scan, just in case. The pills don’t work. I can’t sleep (not that I want to – god, the nightmares), and I can hardly see. Everything is just a little blurry and fuzzy around the edges.

Those people are still watching me. I can feel their eyes on me, even when I’m in my house with the doors and windows covered. They know I’m here, and they can see me through the walls. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true, I swear.

And I got a phone call. Some guy who knows about my headaches (he must read this blog – yeah, dude, I got your beat – don’t play me) called to tell me to meet him in Boston – that he knows what happened to me, and he can help me. Right.

I’m screening my calls now, so you can just stop it right now, buddy.