"Try it"

Graham, the proxy boy, stopped outside my hideout. I got ready for a fight but he instead threw a Ziploc bag full of a weird substance at me. "Try it! Meet them!"

The stuff is weird, sort of crystals, orangey in colour. It smells sort of musty, maybe chemically? I wish I had a means of testing it. Without ingesting it in any way, I mean. That would be a bad idea. And I'm not even sure what he means by "try it". Smear it on the wall? Season food? Who the fuck knows.

Ambition

It's weird, you'll say this is weird, but my biggest issue right now is a fourteen year old boy. It's almost embarrassing that he could cause this much trouble for me. Here's what's happened so far:

-He went into my hideout and took all my ammo. All of it. Now I need new ammo, and a new hideout.

-He replaced my eye drops with diluted shampoo.

-I can't find my meds. I can only assume he took them.

-He used all my food to make intricate psychedelic paintings on the wall. Seriously, I'd be impressed if I wasn't pissed off. And if it wasn't starting to go off.

-He jumped me in a public bathroom and attacked me with a tennis racquet. At this point I realised he is also trying to kill me, if ineffectively.

He seems seriously out of it, like he's not himself, otherwise he seems hyperfocused. I haven't seen this in a proxy before. It makes me feel pretty uneasy.

Also, my country has foolishly voted to leave the EU. We are fucking screwed. And this won't make travel any easier. Maybe punk will be good again at least.