To be honest, I didn't expect security to hassle me so much. Does no one respect privacy anymore? I was only looking to keep my tool on me. Just in case. I already obfuscate my identity, but I need to learn some trickery. I realize to go where I need to go I need to learn a little slight of hand maybe, maybe some of the normal tricks of the trade. 

I don't mean to be evil, nor to screw anyone who isn't a part of the conspiracy, but I need to be able to get one by on those that deserve it... maybe fudge things a little. I am not going to always get a chance to do things the right way, or to stay detached. I have been practicing card tricks, hiding things on my body, and practicing how I might relive others of their possessions. My latest gift helps, letting me pass things off however I need, a changed signature, a fudged id card, the works.

Hit by like three cars, I feel targeted. No drivers, just headlights and a hum like a microwave having a stroke. Next thing I know I'm airborne and then I'm tasting pine needles and copper. 

So yeah, I've been holed up in the trailer. Only my old tube television repair magazines to keep me company. I can flip through those all day. Leg's all janked up, fractured femur maybe... I dunno. Not like I trust a hospital or anything, what with their implanted trackers and pumping people full of compliance juice. I fixed it the old fashioned way, bone broth, bear grease, and a bit of cayenne. Sure it hurt like hell, but the swellings gone down and im pretty sure the bone is re-knitting. 

Havent slept much though. The airs been thick lately, like the forest is holding its breath. Even the raccoons stopped messing with my traps. Thats never good. Somethings coming, I can feel the ache in my fillings. The kind of quiet that only happens right before the world goes sideways. Better keep my Circlet charged.