While they tormented me all the way across the country, after running me from my apartment, they mentioned some things about my belongings.
After my torture for weeks what they said hit me pretty hard.
They said my music was from them.
They said my guitar was also from them.
So, i did the most logical thing i could do and threw them in the garbage on the beach.
I also attempted to ditch my car and just leave earth, i headed into the wilderness for a few hours, but i couldn’t muster to keep it going.
I just had to throw it all away, or what i could anyway. If it wasn’t to painful i would have thrown it all away and just left entirely.
So, when i eventually made it to my home base they doped me up and i forgot the entire thing almost instantly.