On
a clear night you can see forever. Maybe that works in other places,
but in Seattle you can only see a few miles around. Even on top of the
old
Needle. I always come up here to think, to see things clearly, but
like the clouded sky, my houghts just keep gettin' fuzzier.
Would you listen to me, gettin' all philosophic. I've been hangin'
around
Logan too much.
He's the reason my life's gotten even more complicated than usual
anyway.
Before him I just did my thing, kept my head down. Then I meet him
and
48 hours later I'm getting chased by Lydecker and those bastards. I
never used to spend my time helping the downtrodden, fighting for truth,
justice and the American way, whatever the hell that means.
And were does he get off, tryin' to guilt me into help him on his idiotic
crusade? All I ever wanted was to get on with my life, and find the
others. Maybe find my mom. Now he thinks that just because he
blames me for getting his ass shot off, I have to help him.
Just today he's got me going all over Washington to bring to justice some
drug runner who was "making his fortune off the suffering of the
innocent."
Someone
should tell him that the innocent don't exist and that justice crashed along
with the computers back in '09. But that's not gonna' be me.
And
I waist all this time 'cause he says he's got some info on the others.
Turned
out it was a lead on some drugged up runaway living in one of the
slums
that used to be a suburb.
I don't care what he thinks I owe him. Or what he thinks is right.I also
don't care what stupid ideas he's got about being love with me. I know
he got it in his head that he is; I've seen him watching me when he thinks I
don't know. I've known the guy, what? Three weeks? Crap like
that only happens in bad movies and old soap operas. It's not like his
unbelievable flattery meant anything to me, not really.
Who does he think he is, anyway, blackmailing me into working for
him?
And around my thoughts go, and away the hours pass in my place
above
a crippled city.
After a while a shrill beep interrupts my thoughts. It's Logan, I
gotta'
go.
