Hi diary! I'm Kevin. I don't know why I just introduced myself to a piece of paper!? October is always a strange month for me. So, this year I decided to chronicle it.

Only about three hours into the month and strange things are happening. John stopped by and we slammed back a few of our favorite craft brew, Sheephead Ale. John wanted to go out afterwards but I declined. I still had to be to work early. 5:00 in the morning to be exact, damn, I've only got about an hour and a half to sleep. Let me get this entry done.

After John left, as he said, to go smash some brews and mack the babe's (we were 90's kids, still stuck with the lingo), the landline phone rang. Ancient, I know, but I still use one, I don't even have a cell...what? Anyways, I answered a little hesitantly, and a raspy, drunk sounding voice slurred some words on the other end. I'm guessing John had smashed too many brews, I told him to shut up, get a cab, and go to bed. He whispered something and I hung up. The phone rang just a few seconds later, the same raspy voice responded a little less slurred. It said it we would meet up soon. I told John to stop with the calls. He replied that it wasn't John then the line went dead. Now it's almost three in the morning and I have to go to bed. Damn phone's ringing again. I'll update you tomorrow diary.