Background Check

Restraining orders suck, man. Ever since that cashier hit me with the court order my life has been one tough thing after another. First of all, I can’t come within so many feet of the cashier….even if I don’t know where she is! Yeah, that’s right. If she’s in a mall and I don’t know about it and go into that mall too, I’m in trouble! Isn’t that stupid? Jeezus, maybe I’ll have to move out of this town. I don’t want to but I may not a choice - it’s for my own well being. If I do move away I’ll probably find people who are more like me and won’t file restraining orders. Look, I’m just really good at it when I need to search people. I just am! So sue me! Well, don’t sue me! Or file a restraining order! Seriously, don’t do that either. Having a restraining order means I can’t be a paparazzi either. Magazines only hire upstanding people and I’m apparently not unpstanding enough for them. Damn.

Hey instead of moving away, it just occured to me, I could change my appearance and maybe be able to hang around. If only I knew how to get a hair style not a haircut, I’d be set. Next up on the searching: find a good hairdresser. I need some distraction around here.