Winds of Change?

I am still here and still alive. I finally left that hellhole of a club. I couldn’t take any more of that “Candyman” song. It was driving me bonkers, being played 24/7 and whatnot. That song would turn a nun into an assassin.

Being back on the streets brings me back to my reality. For the past month, I have forgotten what it feels like to be on the run from “them”. I have looked over my shoulders for so long that it’s like second nature to me. In a sense, I am free of bills, tax, visa issues, debt and, mainly, of people.

I hate people with a passion. They’re the worst! Nothing but liars and backstabbers they are. I hated having to deal with others at the company. Bennet was better at talking to people than I was. I just wanted to go and do my task, no patience for others at all. I guess that would be why I never had myself a healthy relationship, expect for my beloved birds. But I do have one friend now that is helping me. I thank her for taking care of my birds while I am away. I don’t know if I would count Poodle as a friend yet, he can be a tad arsey at times.

I am wondering about returning to New York. If Peter is right, then he will blow up New York soon. I am not one for dying, but maybe stopping him would be worth it? New York does have the best taverns after all. But could I change destiny? And do I want to risk getting caught by them again?