I know they wouldn’t – it’s just for show.  If I am living on the street they will have less accountability but it might make my life simpler.  I live in a run down, dirty part of town but I make too little money to move anywhere nice and I have to live with my cousin.  She gets paid by Social Services to make sure I take my ”meds”– she uses this money to buy her own “meds” and thus I am her prisoner.  If she is so inclined she could make up any kind of story she wanted and have me thrown back into St. Catherine’s and that is something I am trying to avoid.  We have a symbiotic relationship – I am a source of cash for her lazy ass and she is a someone I can easily shield myself behind if someone were to point a gun at me.  Trust me, that’s about all she’s good for except that she pays for the Internet access.  I think it is so she doesn’t have to go far to report on me but also because the Machines want to keep an electronic “eye” on me. 

I have tried to “discuss” this situation with my “aunt” Kitty but she seems to think I’m a source of entertainment with all my “crazy stories.”  She has no idea what her daughter is doing on a daily basis and thinks our living arrangement is perfect.  I am constantly under watch at work and at home- at least unless my cousin Susie has passed out from all the “smoke” and “candy” she inhales. 

Reviewing my words I realize how dire my situation is becoming.  It is imperative I contact Morpheus soon.  I am trying to find him on-line and have even posted in Craig list but I have yet to hear from him.  Tomorrow is a holiday so I will be heading out to the court appointed hypnotist to get my required visit over before the long weekend.  I hate having something like that hanging over me when the weekend comes.  I need at least a day or two to get over all the “past lives” and “childhood abuses by my peers” thing so I can get back into my right head.

Goodnight fellow Matrix prisoners – again I tell you not to give up hope.  I think I was “slipped” a decoder in the form of a “ring” and will use this to continue to try and contact the Ships in the underground system in hopes they will hear me through the digital curtain that keeps us in the Matrix.

One last note – this is for Blue Boy from Pittsburgh – Dude!  Seriously, quit sending me messages, I don’t know the Vulcan death grip and I don’t want any of your butter rum cookies, the last batch was nasty!

Scar- The Awakened.