Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Okay today is the day. Water shortage again for those of us not in the towers. The plan is simple. Steal water, get arrested, get put on one those ships bound for Solitaire. If I don’t do it today I’ll back out. I’m thirty seven in a few weeks. Life expectancy here is fifty. I’ve probably already got chem-lung—that’s what kills most construction workers.