For all intensive purposes, it's over between Faith and I. Her trip to Albany became a battle of sorts. There are pictures of she and I. Incriminating pictures. There is proof that I am here.

So it seems I am going to leave. For her. For the girls. In the hope of appeasing those with the upper hand. Hopefully only for the moment. I don't know. She and I will have to talk when she returns.

I'm mad. I'm tired. The animals in Georgia have brought me into this at last. And the time has come to fight. Whether I do it here in St. Augustine or from North Carolina, the time has come to fuck some people up, no matter the when or the how. If it takes years for me to find my revenge, then I'll wait and I'll work for that goal, if for no other.

And I'll be working for our future. If Faith wishes a future with me. Right now I don't know what else I can do. I am powerless. I'm standing before money. And greed.
And shallowness. And I have nothing to strike back with. If I were to confront them, I would be nothing more than a single barbarian at the gates of some fortress, and I wouldn't even have a goddamned sword. Maybe a stick. Maybe the rage.

So I suppose they've won. For now. But God help them. When their time has come.