Wednesday, October 9, 2013
22nd November 2012
Pickle’s condition grows more delicate with the passing days. Today he had me take apart a lamp to see if there was a “bug” in side. I thought I had been looking for an insect but he meant a device that was making sound.
He said the thought the neighbors were putting hallucinogens in his coffee
To add to thing his short fuse is made shorter by his paranoia. Today he started yelling at Gus
It will be another twelve days before this business is over in any reasonable way. I just
Stay safe, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal