Day 2

Well.. I don't know where to begin. The only thing I've ever used paper for is to scribble down words and put them to music. I don't like spilling my guts.

My stash is still sitting in the front of the plane. I never got the chance to flush it. Maybe its a good thing, because now at least I know its out there somewhere. I feel sick to my stomach without it though.

I'm alive. No complaining. But god, I wish I had my stash.

Nothing else could possibly go wrong at this point.

Nothing at all.

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