After my recent encounter, I went to a psychologist for a week, but the daily visits weren’t paying off. During that time period, my rage increased rapidly, and I got more aggressive toward people. Overtime, my rage got more and more intense. It’s been almost two years since I stopped going, and I’ve found myself sleeping in garbage cans and the other week I killed a cop with a “Glock-40.” Though I wasn’t proud of this action, I still regret every moment of killing that innocent cop. Some people recorded it and I’ve seen it on the news on those TVs outside of electronic stores.
I can’t go home because the police have my house staked out and I’m on the lookout. I don’t know where to go; my home boys are scared to smuggle me in their home, I don’t blame them. I’ve escaped the cops once by luck and the more I run, the more I want to turn myself in, but with my charges on murder and assault, this is mission impossible. Since I already got life in prison for five murders, tomorrow I’m going to hotwire a car and try to move to a new state. But the problem with that idea is the money, the shelter, the gas, and pretty much everything else. My morning starts at 3:00 a.m. Like the ransom letter from my adventure in Madagascar said “tomorrow you will be put to the test,” those words I will never forget.
As I’m waking up, I make my way to the other side of the alley, I hear sirens. “They knew I was fleeing!” As quick as I noticed them, I heard more and more all over the block. It sounded like the block was being surrounded, so I gather my book bag and my lucky knife and start jumping fences. I jump over a wooden fence and on the other side there was a Doberman unleashed walking in around in the backyard.
I was so frightened, I ran like the wind dashing through gates and maneuvering through obstacles. I finally made it out; it seemed like a never ending maze. When I got out, I continued to run block for block and heard less sirens, so I thought I was good to go. Running through the train yard there was a train leaving. It was moving really slowly as soon as I jump onto one of the box carts and securities whistling and shouting “get out the box cart now!” I kept climbing the ladder to the top of the cart and race to find an open one. After minutes of cart jumping, there is one with seven hitch hikers on board. As soon as I hopped on, they greeted me. One of them asked me where I was going. I told him I was just hitching a ride to Los Angeles. Hours on the train, we finally arrived at our first destination: New Orleans.