Dear reader,

On Monday morning, 9 AM, I packed up and shipped out for the cold town of Easton Town Centre. It'll probably show up on Google. March is cold this year, but its gray skies give off a glow precedented only on rare occasions. With my I have five thousand dollars, $1500 of which I intend upon blowing on a new Macbook laptop. It'll serve me well in writing this paper for English. It's a multigenre project. Why go to Easton, you ask? A bedroom or a library is no place to be creative; it's far too dull and work-oriented. In order to be creative, you need to be surrounded by an enemy force and tons of characters. There is capitalism all around me in this crazy town, and lots of people are walking shop to shop in order to fill their silly desires piece by piece. It's a perfect place to write about what is wrong with this world.

     I will have to sleep in my car, because I don't want to waste money on a hotel. I am going to live absolutely luxuriously here every day, and I hope to befriend plenty of people in order to get places and learn new things. I will have to write one of everything, from poems to short stories. I don't have the wearwithal to write about them unless I do totally irrational and stupid things to keep my mind going. I expect to be questioned by the cops at some point, but I refuse to make eye contact with them. They're all pigs. I think it's important to tell you that no one knows I'm here. Not my parents, nor my best friend. I just slept in and took off, and my parents are always gone before  even wake up to go to school, let alone two hours after I should be there. I'll just have to make up for five days of missed school, which would usually be tough, but I drank heavily when I made the decision to do this. It's lasted with me until this moment.

     When I arrived here a few hours ago, I bought a Macbook and a bunch of hip young clothes from the local Pac Sun. Black leather jacket, white button shirt, new jeans, skate shoes and a big belt buckle. Typical of current young peoples' fashion. I also have plenty of bracelets, and headphones hanging around my neck. I need to look typical of a teenager in order to be passed off by the cops. Apart from that, I have nothing but good intentions for the future. I think I'll tag alongside some groups of teens after school, or I'll chill at the Apple store just so I feel connected and safe with my computer, in case I need any questions. I could also blow money on RTS games. I love Real Time Strategy games. I think there is a point where we all need to stop and remember where we are sometimes, and I think making a pilgrimage to Easton will confirm me for complete insanity.