[IC - Echo Notebook]

[oncedevil]

Hell I don't even know how to start this damned thing. Someone suggested I keep track of my "echoes" or "pulses" or whatever the hell you want to call them and at the time I thought it was a good idea. Now that I'm sitting here trying to write down a whole bunch of crazy, I'm having my doubts.

Oh well, here it goes:

I'm Anthony Sparado, guess I should write that down in case I forget it. I have no family and no home, I live on the streets and do tricks for spare change. But I'm not gonna write about any of that.

I'm gonna write about how I'm slowly going insane.

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April 12th

[oncedevil]

The guy I talked to about a potential job posted on the Network today, talking more about it. I offered to help move boxes or something for him. I'm really not much use for anything significant, but I owe him one. He did feed me after all.

He kept insisting that I take the job offer, that I'd do alright. I'm still not sure, still think he's putting too much faith where there isn't any reason to but it's nice of him to want to help. Not a lot of people want to give me the time of day, much less try to make me into something less than trash.

I'll think about it.

In the meantime, May 2nd is when he wants me there to help with the move. I can do that much at least. A little spare change sure couldn't hurt, maybe replace that hoodie the lighter scorched.