None of this is real. You pull the plug...I disappear. And nothing I ever say...nothing I ever do...will ever matter.
They say ignorance is bliss. For the first time in my life, I agree. I wish...I had never uncovered the awful truth.
Gin martini up, one olive and likes them frigid as an Eskimo.
- You know that feeling you have that we met before?
- It's the same with me. Why is that? They say that "déjà vu" is usually a sign of...love at first sight.
I did exactly what the letter said: "Don't follow any road signs and don't stop for anything. Not even barricades." But just when I should've been getting closer to the city...something wasn't right. There was no movement, no life. Everything was still and quiet. And then I got out of the car. And what I saw...scared me to the depths...of my miserable soul. It was true. It was all a sham. It ain't real.