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Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Daily Archives: July 26, 2010
Chapter Thirteen: On the lam
She brought the stuff. I went to a gas station by the express way and went directly into the Men’s Room. I died my fair hair (with some grey on the sides) and eyebrows dark brown. I put on horn rimmed glasses. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Then I got out of town for awhile, to let the heat die down. To the perfect place. Where they would never look. I went back to “Janet’s property.”
Craig had a little shack there. It was just about 10 foot by 8 foot shed, with two windows and a door. There was no insulation, nothing but a couple of cots and a woodstove. But it was out of sight from all but those who stumbled upon it, or were looking for it.
I hid the old truck, and hung out for a few days, eating the jerky and dry cereal and canned pork and beans that Janet had bought me. And sleeping on a hard plywood floor with just a couple of old blankets to keep me warm. And drinking bottled water. I kept up my walking routine, hiking several miles a day through the woods; while carefully avoiding anything or anywhere that had anything to do with the shootings. When the food and water was almost gone, I decided to head back into Richmond to take care of some un-finished business. Continue reading
more in taxes for a married couple filing jointly with a combined income of $100,000. So much for sticking it to the “rich.” From an WSJ Blogs. Follow the links to see how much it might cost you and your “rich” family.