It all stopped being fun the moment I couldn't catch that bastard. Always ten paces in front of me, no matter how fast I'm sprinting, I can't catchup anymore. And I don't for the life of me understand why he's running so fast. Did I do something? I want nothing more than to sit down and have a civilized encounter. But he doesn't know that, and I whenever I tell him to slow down and talk, he's gone in a heart beat.  ¶ 1:00 AM