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soon.  I could use the second night I paid for-too high of a chance someone will recognize me, though.  Get your ass up and get moving, Stavros.
    Looking at the clock, it reads 6:04 am.  I’m impressed.  I slept a solid seven hours.  Wasn’t sure the last time I’d done that.  Dragging my ass out of bed, I head for the shower.  Thank God I remembered to close the curtains the night before.  I’m still as naked as the day I was born, walking through the room.
    My image in the mirror this morning is a bit better than the night before.  The dark circles are a lot less pronounced and my coloring is brighter.  I need some healthier food today.  All this fast food is making me feel like ass.  Seeing my tats brings a smile to my face as they usually do reminding me to call Grams later.  Some of that ink was inspired by her.  Lots of it, though, was in memory of my mom.  There are pieces that I got because I just had to-for reasons I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain to anyone else.
    I shave again because I don’t know when I’ll be able to again.  I rub at my smooth face.  Much better.  Turning the water up hot again, I walk into the shower.  I’ve always loved a hot shower.  Victoria bitched that she couldn’t shower with me because the water would burn her.  That was the one place we never had sex.  Maybe I knew something was off with her, but wouldn’t admit it to myself. I was never willing to turn the water down for her.  If I loved her, wouldn’t I have been willing?   My mind races in all directions- none that are good.  I need to get Victoria out of my head.  Hopefully Eddie will have good news today.  Letting the water run down my body, I let my head fall back while I groan in frustration.  I just want that whore out of my life.  Feeling the anger start to build again, I know it’s time to get back on the road and give Grams a call.
    Rinsing off the last of the soap, I turn off the water and step out of the shower grabbing the towel at the same time.  It feels like my skin is being ripped off from the harsh toweling.  Calm down, Tuck.  Just. Fucking. Breathe.  She isn’t worth getting this angry.  “Oh shit.  What the hell did I do now?”  I look down at myself.  My skin is red all over, almost raw in places from the toweling.  I need to get it together before I hurt someone.    Myself.  
    I throw on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt with Nike sneakers.  Normally, I’d be in work boots, but I’m all about the comfort today.  I start packing the little bit of stuff I have with me.  Either I have to find a place to wash my clothes soon or I have to chance stopping to buy some.  Both options aren’t appealing.  I hadn’t thought through packing when I left, just threw some clothes in a bag and tore out of there– as far away from Victoria as I could get.  Here I am, day five with two more days of clothing trying to figure out what the hell to do.  There is no way I’m going back to Vancouver.  No way will I let her think she has me crawling back to her.
    Throwing the rest of my stuff into the two duffel bags, I grab the room key and head out.   Knowing no one will be in the office this early, I grab one of the envelopes left for early check out, place the key in it, and drop it in the drop box.  Heading back to my truck, I remember I told Grams I would find an adventure today.  What the hell kind of adventure could I possibly find in a place called Epping?   What kind of name is that anyways?  It doesn’t look like there’s much to do around here.  Grams did say she had always wanted to come to New Hampshire.  Said it’s supposed to be a beautiful state, but isn’t that in the Fall?  It’s the end of June.  Wait, what’s the date?  Looking at my cell, I feel my face drop.  Of course.  It would be today, wouldn’t it?  Son of a bitch.  Time to call Grams.
    Climbing in the truck, I look around trying to think what