I started out in New York City … figured they wouldn’t be able to follow me if I rode the bus … I didn’t stay in one city too long and I’d decide what direction I was gonna go in only after I was at the bus station but they would always find out where I was going and follow me. I’d get on the bus choose a seat by myself and look out the window. At first the people who got on looked normal, like I didn’t know them and they’d act like they didn’t know me. Then after an hour or so they’d all be talking in conversations between themselves and would start to let little words or sentences slip into the conversations … things that only I would know about, little references to what happened in New York … like I knew this guy … we were lovers and after a year of living together he suddenly didn’t want to live with me anymore. I was really upset and I knew his parents didn’t know he was a homosexual so I called his mother up and told her … I knew it was fucked up but I didn’t think about it … another time I called the police on a guy I knew … there was some murderer going around.
