Rivers is in Nevada, safe and sound.
I'd LOVE to tell you all what that means, in a lovely long post. But right now, I'm pissed off.
Want to know why?
Sure you do.
So, I drove back at about 4AM, parked the car, and found our little bespectacled doctor sound asleep in my bed. Snoring, actually, it was almost a shame to wake her up. She seemed to think so as well, because she elbowed me in the goddamn face. She tells me that we, a courier company, are currently keeping a psychopath locked up in our basement (HER basement), for...no pay, no thanks...
We're keeping him locked up WHY? Because we're Good Samaritans? Because Spence has a hard-on for being a big damn hero?
I guess this is basically a post to let August know I'm home safe, and he doesn't need to keep fucking calling me at all hours whining about how I never let anyone know where I am.
And it's also a post to Spencer.
I am SO not cool with this.
Get rid of the fuckup, Spence. No, I don't mean kill him, he has as much of a right to life as the rest of us.
But that's just it. We ALSO have a right to life, though you clearly have forgotten. Judging by how blatantly you are infringing on it. Not because of big ol' secrets from your past, not because this is somehow, someway for the good of the company and we should all be thankful to our glorious leader.
Until you fucking explain otherwise, you're doing this because you can.
Doc can HAVE my room. I'm sleeping in the van.