That was about the time in his life he had found his first goon room. It was from a chatroom he kind of knew but just lurked on. He got a private message and then found what the guy said sounded fine. Better than what he was doing. Said it...

Pete had the thought of crushing more tall boys. He usually had four in two hours. At that rate he’d need almost 48 for the whole day. He wondered how much he could have and still live. Would you stay drunk forever? Would at some point you would just throw...

The plan to leave rose up like a wave in him. A big wave a catastrophic wave. But instead of a crash and the destruction of change he sort of gave up. 

Watching the wall was fine for a little, and then he started playing on his phone more. Then...

He felt weird flushed in the face he kept looking around. Trying to notice if he had been followed here. That would be the only way. He was angry, angry at the kids and all the people he was angry at the world. 

He slammed his put his phone in...

He walked in to the coffee shop. It had one wall that was exposed brick and everything was clean white. It was built in a bad area, but now it was good. At least that’s what people said about it. They didn’t go into it. He never asked more. There...

He wished there was an app where could just write his thoughts and they’d turn to words. He wanted to write down everything about  Spacecity he wanted to go to the press. He wanted to expose everything. Then he wanted to leave. Pack up everything and go. 

He first was...

He initially thought to run. Escape throw the phone away he could withdraw some money and then buy another car and get out of there. Maybe they’d ping different places and find him.

He thought then to call his mom. She’d know what to do. Probably she’d mistake it for a...

He searched everywhere in the house. The usual spaces where they’d hide sensors. Then more where people told him and where he knew some people had placed sensors and microphones. Nothing was there absolutely nothing. 

They probably were mad then about them going dark. Maybe they could see the battery...

He found himself the next day on the floor of his bathroom. The mirror had “we Know” written on it and he was bruised pretty badly. He pretended to be still for a while. An hour or so to figure out if someone was there.

They left no trace. Aside from...

He was driving now. The radio low was probably about 15 min away. The small road led to a expressway and he merged on to save him a few minutes. He was probably the only car for a few miles. Large trucks he slowly caught up with. He passed one...