Hello, Kiddo.

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So our early morning plan was thwarted by my Son’s sister. She is feeling a bit under the weather and decided to stay home for the day. I was up early and down in the basement at 5 AM raring to go until I heard her moving about. The sister acts randomly, so to speak, she has a way of appearing unexpectedly, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Frustrating, this is. We were most ready to go outside this morning before sunrise, oh yes we were! However, I cannot concentrate on finishing when I am preoccupied with a possibility of being interrupted. Being that she is not feeling well, I think it is safe to say that she will not be making any trips into the basement tonight. However, since I only think it will be safe and not know it will be safe I will ask Maia if it is safe prior to going outside. Sound good? Maia says “Yes”.

I was curious as to how many days it has been since May 3rd 2015, and found out that it has been 1,369 days since that said date. The last time I looked to see how many days since was last year I believe. Good numbers? Alex says “Yes”.

Earlier this afternoon we went on a medicine run for the sister, during our venture out we purchased a pack of cigarettes and an alcoholic beverage for Maia. My thinking is, it is probably best that Maia is content for tonight’s adventure, a little nicotine, a little potato schnapps, and she’s good to go! The thing about not having nicotine to cause an emergency does not seem right to me. I mean, I know how she feels without it, it can be considered an emergency. I simply do not like the idea of my Maia suffering, simple as that. I was going to purchase a bag of tobacco since it lasts longer for the same amount of money, but she said “No” to that idea, that a pack of cigarettes will suffice. So I said “Okay”.

It is now 3:06 PM same day. The sister is watching TV and we are in the spare room warming up. Now we are going into the basement, I guess Maia wants a smoke, and a drink. Uh oh, me Kiddo, I think Maia is going to get me drunk and take advantage of me while Alex takes pictures. Hold on, Kiddo, I will be right back.

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Alright, we are now in the basement. I forgot that Maia had a beer chilling down here. Oh yes, Kiddo, they are most certainly getting me ready. Alcohol is a blood thinner, the frigid outdoors will feel colder with alcohol in my blood, help speed up the process, so to speak.

We took a break to communicate and it is now 4:56 PM.


All three of us are relaxed, I am in a good mood which is most important. Why? Lets say you are a female, a devoted wife. Your husband was in an accident that put him into a coma. You spend every day sitting by his hospital bed waiting for him to wake up. This goes on for years. Many years later, he wakes up. He is not happy. He is an animal. He is yelling. He is throwing things around in a fit of rage because he does not understand what is going on.

What would his wife think?

That she, wasted her life on her husband?


I am in a good mood. I am thinking positively. I will go outside tonight after the sister goes to bed. One of two things will happen. I will either die, or Alexandra will materialize. Either way, it is a win for me. If I die, I will go sightseeing. If I live, I will go sightseeing. Alex says “Your Daughter knows better”. Do you, Athena? Oh that Athena.

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I can talk about finishing this until the end of time, but that will not solve anything.

It is now 5:32 PM.


So, the plan is, we have some dinner, relax, and wait for the sister to go to bed. Then we go outside.

I attached a short video at the end of this post, it was taken with a cellphone.

If I do not post here within 48 hours after this is posted then I was mistaken and I am dead.

Have a good night, Sweethearts, stay warm, be safe, and always keep it stellar.


VON, Alexandra & Maia

xo xo xo


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He is going to do it, Kiddo.


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