I got tired of walking an hour into town to use the library.
I will return from vacation when I receive my cell phone from my agent, whoever that may be.
When I submitted my police report last night, the officer assured me that people get crank messages all the time and that perhaps it wasn't too much to worry about. I shook my head and said, "No no no no no. I don't think you understand. I'm the most famous person you've never heard of. There are a whole lotta people in this world who want me out of the picture real, real bad."
I'm Public Enemy Number One.
Understand?
