d2 . clarke kent

Okay so like, he moves in pays some rent, and thinks he owns the place. Doesn't listen to a word I say- yeah, I know I say a lot of shit, but it's that good shit. I'm being honest here. He got really angry at me the one time I tried to tell him what was really going on in that Strauss household. That new mayor is ca-ray-z. I'm pretty sure they eat the kids- hear me out.

So Bailey's looking for his little bro, cute kid, don't really know what he looks like but kids are cute. It's a fact. And I tell him, with all my pieces of paper out, with all my heard work on display that his bro is probably dead. I emphasised probably, I swear on my ma's heart. She's dead but we won't get into that. It's still a valid argument, just as good as a sacred pinky 'o promise or tongue twister tie.

Okay, so here I was telling him about what really happens in the Strauss house. I was showing him some pictures- well drawings that I drew because we don't own a computer or printer. Stick figures can be accurate representations of anyone, you just gotta draw the boobs or penis and you're fine. So anyway, I was showing him my highly detailed and carefully created story board. No wait- it was just one big picture, my pencil ran out of lead.

So I was showing him, was telling him how they get the kids from three different orphanages within the district. I'd traced it, I mean I'd also been banned from all three of those orphanages and put on some kind of list. Apparently hanging out the front of an orphanage with sunnies and beanie just doesn't look as inconspicuous as I thought it would. But anyway, after throwing off the sent of the peacekeeper's and finally figuring it all out.

Three of them- at least, are from different orphanages. And now, if you do the maths, that one from each of them. That's not a coinkydoink. That's some pure big brain thinking coming from yours truly. Where was I? Oh yeah, that's right the drawing. So, we'd just worked our way through my fucking masterpiece of a drawin' and he was already shaking that prissy round head of his.

He's wrong. So I told him that. I told him just to take a minute and listen to what I'm tryna say. Now the Strauss household is big. They have this massive property with a really tall fence. Like I'm tall, but even when I jump (I can't jump that high) I still can't reach the top. I tried climbing it once but there's like a spike top, and I cut my hand and that really hurt. Haven't tried since, need these hands for drawing and creepin'.

The fence also has Peacekeeper's wandering around it. That's like really suss, got my little thing tingling. And when the old pecker goes arecta we know some shit is about to go down. So there I am in a bush (I pointed to it on my drawing of course) and Peacekee'er sare marching around in their tight whitey's. Now, my thoughts went two ways, either a) that's some really good parenting. They're trying to protect their kids and keep the bad people out (ie. me). Or b) it's a prison.

Now let me tell you. a) is just the boring option. We conspiracists men do not go for the easy. I told Bailey that. Told him straight up and he shook his head. Shook his head at me as if I was some kind of idiot. Mind you, I was high at that point so he may have nodded his head, I'm not too sure. I sat there for a few hours waiting to see if something happened.

Well, nothing did. But that doesn't rule out the fact that the mansion looks creepy. Tie that in with my investigations of the orphanages then we have a pattern. Bailey says that's not a pattern it's just a bunch of thoughts coming from an idiot. He's not entirely wrong. BUT he cannot ignore the fact that I had a dream that one of them kids was eaten. It happened in my head, so it must be happening in real life.

I think I stopped talking after that point, I was too busy training my finger over the squiggly line to concentrate. I'm pretty sure he got the point- he probably thinks I'm right. It's foolproof evidence.