Monday - 9:05 p.m.
I hadn't seen Gerald for quite a while and was not really worried about it. Gerald often disappears for lengthy periods of time.
Mitchell, however, had seen him recently and told me not to worry about him unless Gerald did something that appeared "odd."
Today Gerald came into the record store I work at part-time and tried to sell me a melting ice cream cone. He said that Jesus had given it to him and asked if I wanted to buy it off of him for fifty cents. I declined, and he sighed heavily and walked out. Gerald looked as if he had been living under a Douglas Fur tree or something as he was covered in those little pine needle things they shed. He had also shaved off his eyebrows.
Gerald may be operating under a different set of rules than the rest of humanity.
Something tells me that very soon I will be forced to hunt Gerald down and destroy him. I'll have to tell him about the rabbits and then shoot him in the back of the head or something. I just have a weird feeling that we’re going to have a confrontation, and one of us going to die.
I probably should have just bought the damn ice cream cone from him.