Day Two

We got to see Mr. Bloatey today. He was apparenly a looter at a gas station. By "was," I mean before the maggots were eating his face. Looks like someone made him stop looting. Or thinking. Or, perhaps, not rotting in the hot Louisiana sun. Today we are thinking they might RETURN the money they took yesterday, but to keep the insurance and benefits, the difference will be a check. Not gonna count on it just yet. I think that is about the most suspicious statement since my recruiter told me I would stay stateside in a war effort. They are also collecting information on who is going to college and when it starts. I don't know why, and I don't want to guess. If I'm wrong, it will make weeping and gnashing of teeth.