So it finally happened. After days of hearing my friends advices at Lulu's, to not going alone to the streets at night, I eventually did it and got in trouble. I should've known better. Yet the boredom of an almost empty town with few distractions forced me to wander around the streets and take pictures.
 
It was at the top of the hill, where a small wooden shack is, that everything happened. I can still feel his cheap cigar smell, the balded head reflecting with the moonlight. A sadistic look in his eyes, humming a song, like he done this all his life. Focused on the photos I didn't see him coming. He grabbed me from behind and putted a wet rag of cloth over my mouth and nose, pressing firmly. In a matter of seconds I started to feel a strange smell entering my nostrils and going up my head. Things started to get blurry. I tried to punch the mans groins and kick him in the leg, but that just made him furious. He almost chocked me with his arms, but the effect of the drug was to quick for me to feel it. His humming got distant and faded. All went black and the last thing I remember is my body hitting the ground.
 

Tinkel's Journal - 13 February 2010

 
Seven months ago I left my home and my job to start a new life. With no family or friends who would care, I decided to embrace a new freedom and travel alone in my car, with no particular destination. The only goal is to find the inspiration that is lacking, for me to write and paint again.