The sun on my face, the wind in my hair

I woke up and the weather was beautiful. Peter had left a note on the dashboard saying he had gone for a walk for "supplies" (he underlined it, so maybe he was trying to say something?), and that he would be back at some time when the crows were not picking at the souls of his dead friends, friends who had died for so much and gotten so little for the work they had done and the lives they had saved and then it trailed off.

I think i should have a chat with Peter when he gets back. I think there are tear drop stains on the bottom of the note.

Peter doesn't seem to like to talk about anything but the old secret wars. Last night, i tried to find out a little about him, but it was rather unsuccessful. I said, 'You like baseball Peter?' and he said, 'Baseball is a front for the enemy! They put them stadiums in important places'n then connect them via a series of tunnels that have mag lev trains in'm that let the enemy move quickly to stamp out our resistance! If you goes to America or Japan, you'd best watch for'm 'cos they'll brainwash you real quick!'

So i said, 'yeah, i don't like baseball heaps either...'

Peter also said that chocolate bars are designed to have you pay money for the war effort, and that muffins have little tiny nanomachines in them that make you part robot so that when they need you they can just flick a switch and bam! you're a cyborg robot killer with a gun arm and a rocket launcher back. I'm glad i didn't tell him i really like muffins, and that i eat them whenever i can because i consider myself a muffin "connoisseur"

I think tomorrow we should hit town, and i can drop him off at his friend's house. He said he would show me around and we could have a drink somewhere which was nice of him. He said his friend's house is one of the few safe places left in the whole world, which i suppose is a pretty big deal.

Man, i really feel like eating a muffin now!

My friend used to bake muffins, and she always used to let me eat the first ones she made to make sure they were up to standard. She used to make some great muffins, and i would always get all excited and jump up and down because i knew they would taste great. She had long dark hair and these stunning green eyes and an easy going attitude that made her really likeable. One day i turned up at her house because it was her birthday and she had just gone. She had left some stuff around the house, but it looked like she'd packed her bags and just left for some reason. I was really sad for a while, because she didn't even say anything to anyone before she left. Her name was Ruby. I wonder what happened to her?

Wow, i haven't thought about her in years.

Talk about getting off track, huh?

Blake out.