Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 5

Jesse Rickman's Blog

In about a week I'll finally be married.


From Charles Costello's "A Vagrant's Story"

Three Graves

I once stumbled upon a man who dug three graves in abandon lot. He not only dug three holes in the ground, but he also placed three headstones. I approach the old man and he sputtered out nonsense. "Spunkt, moses, krinkth, ass." At least that's what it sounded like.

I followed the old man around the broken city. The first thing he did was break into an abandoned car, then he wandered around and peed on some front door - it eventually lead to nothing. I had just wasted my time.

I wandered back to the gravesite and that's where I saw all three holes filled. I slowly approached the headstones and, in white chalk, read them from left to right. M, $, and Death.

I hid when I heard the old vagrant return. He dragged an old rusty shovel behind him, sputtering more random craziness. He dug up the first grave and when he reached the bottom, he pulled out a small bag. He opened it and began to roll a small joint with it's contents. He then began digging the second hole. He laughed and smoked. Eventually he hit his shovel against something metallic. "Clank." He pulled out a suitcase and as he opened it he smiled.

I waited for over two hours before he began digging the third hole. He dug and he dug. He dug longer than the others. When he finally climbed out, he cussed and sweared. He rolled another joint and wandered off into the moonlight. My curiosity brought me third grave and when I looked down I saw that it was empty. I jumped in and dug with my hands until I jumped back. There, under the dirt, was a dead body. The sight was morbid and it left me feeling a little disgusted. I also noticed a white rock jutting out next to the body - bones. There were scattered all around the body. There must have been at least three other bodies in here.

I was on my knees when I heard a sound. I looked up and a shovelful of dirt was thrown into my face. "Hey," I yelled. The man simply laughed and continued to throw more dirt. "Stop!" I yelled. He continued to laugh and when he took a break to take a puff of his joint, I nailed him in the head with a femur. I climb out and tossed him into the grave. I buried him alive. "Skift, fluck, dried, mullato," more gibberish spilled out of his mouth.

The next day I returned and the other two graves were filled. I dug up the second grave and took the new case of money. I never returned to that city; but every time I see a grave I wonder if some drug dealers are using it to pass drugs or money, or, even worse, to hide some nosy person.

April 5th, 2011
Dear Diary,

I can't get this girl out of my head. It's not like the girls with green eyes; it's something different. I wake up thinking about her. I fall asleep wondering what's she doing. I want to always be with her. Will it be possible for us to have a life together? My father did it, at least for a little bit.

We met for lunch. She talks constantly about her Internet following. She has a video journal on some "Tube". She also has tons of "watchers". What was strange was the fact that she mentioned Todd. Not just mentioned, she was like obsessed with him. She talked about him for at least thirty minutes. Isn't that weird?

I wrote this today. I think my father will know it's from me.


Dear friend,

I've read a lot on your case and I find you quite interesting. No man has been through the crazy life that you have already endured. Everyday, I think of how life would be for you if you were out living a normal life. Enduring the hunger by one's self is always hard. Don't give up; there are people who would love to help you. Help is on its way. Escape from the torment is what we can give you. Let us help you.
Please respond, we are interested in your salvation.

Dying alone is isn't an option. Any person would at least give us a chance to save you. Don't die without giving Jesus a chance.

Signed
Church of the Lost Trinity

Hopefully he'll see the secret message.


Angela00's Video Blog

"I got these message on my phone. It's from that stalker," she said as she pressed buttons on her phone. "Listen."

"You know who this is. Who is this other guy? I know I'm not allowed anywhere near you, but I'll find out where he lives and kill him. Bye beautiful, I love you."

"Here's another," she said.

"Angela. Tomorrow is the day. I can't wait any longer."

"What the hell? Good luck asshole. My new boyfriend will kick your ass," she said into her camera as she threw her phone the finger.