Slim needs a cellphone!

Guess where I am Indiana? Why? Fuck if I know. I started off Sunday feeling like someone pored hot coffee in my head. Knives in my eyes and more bad dreams then anyone should have. A Indiana vanity plate a kid couldn't be older then thirteen. A red building with a army of faceless people all shaking their heads at me. A proxy like me in a forest I can't see his face he wears a dumb ass mask a black and what's smiley face with eyebrows. I walk away from him,I don't need his shit not when I am asleep. Then it hits me the smell like a hospital waiting room. Copper and plastic I walk back towards my fellow proxy a knife my hand. I go for the kill. Then I wake up. On the floor my nose bleeding like coke head. When I can actually stand again, I pack, clean an head out. No I'm not going to THAT Indiana town I hate zealots and they have bigger problems then me. Douche I know in the DMV gave me the address on the plates and he aint there. Indiana felt wrong whole place just does. Wonder why? No seriously I wonder why it's not him or JUST him. Something the white man brought with him? Old world god. Also the pizzas crap people here wouldn't know quality crust if it bit them on the ass! The address on the plate was a dead end. Someone bought it off a junckyard death row, good way to grab a cheap hard to trace car. I'll find just need follow the missing person reports.