Wish I could find something to post here, but I've left all my notebooks at home, and Treev and I can't go there since the Huffing Syndicate is keeping its bloodshot eyes on it in order to find us.
(They don't really want me, but they know that I know where he is)
So now we are staying at the 24 hour coffee shop, napping in 10 minute shifts and occasionally going out to the car to change shirts so they think we are different patrons.
I'm not entirely sure it's working, but Treev is convinced that it's brilliant.
This shouldn't last long though. It's just a matter of time before our watchers run out of spray paint or markers, and have to crawl off into the darkness hungry for another kick.