Someone is following me. Jason says I'm losing it but he doesn't know what happened last year. Maybe if he did he would understand the way I've been acting lately. But I can't tell him, I can't tell anyone. I think he is getting fed up with me coming to visit, I have to admit I have not been very fun to be around in quite a while. Michelle always seems to spend all of her time in the kitchen while I am there or turns in early. I can't blame her, I'd like to spend less time with myself as well. Jason asked me why anyone would want to follow me. I lied and told him that it was probably someone wanting to mug me. We went down to have a couple of Beers at Ted's Hideaway I guess he thought it would help me calm down a bit. I have to admit that I looked pretty disturbing when I got a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I always liked Ted's something about such a shithole dive in the Heart of regentrified South Beach that always gives my spirit a kick in the ass. The place smells like piss and puke, cigs and suds and there is always someone in the bathroom doing a few bumps. Something about it gives me hope for the sanity of the human race. I was looking at the bags starting to form under my eyes from lack of sleep and worry in the mirror when I noticed some slight movement from the reflection of the stall behind me. The room was dark, but I could make out someone peering through the crack in the bathroom stall door at me, just standing there staring.