"Shut up! All of you. We danced. That is all, and mark this, if anyone breathe a word or the edge of a word about the other things, I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you! And you know I can do it. I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine. And I have seen some reddish work done at night. And I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down!"

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Leaving Town

My last post for a while; I’m leaving town. I’m not sure when I’ll get to a computer. Well, after the court hearing and all, John had a big decision to make. Tell the truth and die, or lie and stay alive but live with the shame. That’s good for him and his family; not so perfect anymore. He chose to die. He was hung and everyone watched. I don’t really care. I went to him when he was in jail and asked him to come with me, but he said no. There’s other fish in the sea. I think when I get to wherever I’m going, I’ll meet tons of cute, older men. Hmm…maybe prostitution? Love you all, my readers. Bye, bye.

John Proctor
in jail.