February 21, 2001

Dear Diary,

Those bastards at DSHS took my baby.  I knew they wanted her ...  blonde hair and blue eyes.  Pretty little angel.  I HATE DSHS and that stupid foster family ... they're thieves!  Stealing babies from poor mothers.  If I had money they wouldn't have got her.  They want to know why I do drugs.  STRESS.  Stress they cause because they don't leave me alone!  They give babies back to molesters and killers.  They don't give me back my little Tabitha ... my sweet little angel.  My love.


Love, Babs



 
February 22, 2001
Dear Diary,
The landlord says he's going to evict us if we don't pay the rent at the end of the month.  Bob is looking for a place for us to stay.  Maybe a hotel or something.  Grandma has a lot of land, maybe we can stay out there.  It's OK.  I don't like the landlord.  I think he told DSHS on me.  Bob sold the car.  Wasn't enough to pay the rent or the electric. We just got some more crank.  I slammed some a little while ago.  I do it to stay warm.  If the electric was on I wouldn't do it ... I could quit.  I'm cold and hungry.  What do these people think I'm supposed to do?  Just DIE!  They don't care!!!  Bet they would be very happy I'm gone.  Tabitha my sweet angel ... I love you!
Love, Babs
 


 



February 23, 2001

Dear Diary,

Bob brought some people over today.  He sold a bunch of our stuff.  He said all we need are the bare necessities. It's OK.  We have each other.  House looks so empty.  Bob hasn't found us a place yet ... but he's working on it.  I trust him.  I love him like I love my little angel.  We will be a family again soon.  Bob got us some cookies from the vending machine and some pop.  I couldn't drink all the pop.  Hate to waste it.  Maybe it won't go bad in this cold.  Don't need no refrigerator in Spokane in the winter.

Love, Babs

 

 

February 24, 2001

Dear Diary,

Bob stole a car last night.  We put our stuff in it and now we are fugitives on the road.  At least it's warm.  Looks like it's some college girl's car.  Bet mommy and daddy bought it for their little princess.  Bet they're cops.  Probably has the whole Spokane police department looking for us.  It's OK.  They can't find us. Bob is too smart for them.  He knows how to hide real well.  We don't have no money so we can't keep the car running that long or go many places.  We got plenty of crank though.  We'll just chase the dragon and that'll warm us up.  We have to be real quiet at night.  Cops might be watching.  They can hide satellite things in spiders now. 

 

 

 

 

I'm real quiet at night when I sleep.  Bob sweats a lot and talks about senators.  He looks real bad ... I think he might die.  He needs to go to a doctor but they just want to put you in jail.  He says he's going to hock anything he can get out of the car.  There's a nice radio and some tools.  We can get by.

The world makes me weep and sob,
They want to kill me with their knife,
But I find protection from Bob,
The love of my life.

Love, Babs

 

 

 

 

 

February 25, 2001

Dear Diary,

Bob sold what he could.  We got some more crank.  Bob put a cheap radio in the car so we can have some music.  We don't sleep much.  We do most of our stuff at night.  I carry a knife in case someone wants to kill me or rape me.  They're not going to get me ... nope, no way!  Wish it would stop snowing.  Makes every thing so bright.  Can't wait for summer.  Bet I look good in a bikini now.  Bob is with his friends.  He put some gas in the car and I can sit here for a while and run the heater and listen to the radio.  I don't trust all Bob's friends.  One guy looks like a narc.  Bob says he's OK though. 

 

Bob is my protector.  He will take care of me.  He's going to get a job and get us an apartment downtown.  We'll be close to a meth lab.  Maybe we can buy whole sale.  I should've been a comedian.

Love, Babs
 
 

February 26, 2001
Dear Diary,
The car caught on fire today.  We don't know what happened.  Bob thinks it was the wiring.  We ran away before the cops came.  I got my purse.  I lost all my clothes except what I have on.  We lost the propane torch, some needles, food, flashlight, spoon, and some pictures.  I lost my knife.  We are in real trouble now.  Bob has a friend in Brown's Addition. 

 

So we walked over there and stayed the night.  It was cold and raining.  We slammed all the crank we had left and Bob's gone to look for more.  I'm here with his friend's dog.  Looks like a police dog.  I don't want to stay here long.  Bob better come back soon.
Love, Babs
 

February 27, 2001

Dear Diary,

Bob hasn't come back yet.  I'm worried.  I don't trust these people he left me with.  I think they want my diary.  I'm going to hide you.  Then I'm going to go find Bob.  I need to get away from here.  This place gives me the creeps.

Babs
 

 

March 19, 2001

Dear Diary,

Boy, I'm glad I found you! I can't believe I forgot where I hid you.  A lot has happened since I last wrote.  Bob was arrested.  He was helping some friends with a meth lab.  I almost got caught too but I was smart ... I ran.  I don't have no more meth.  I talked to this chick that said she knows how I can get some.  Boy, I really need some crank right now.  I feel like my head is going to explode.

Love, Babs
 

 

 

 

March 25, 2001
Dear Diary,
I called my sister in Walla Walla.  She said I can stay with her for awhile.  Just need to go to re-hab.  It's OK.  Maybe I can get Tabitha back.  I can't remember what she looks like.  I used to have a picture but I don't know what happened to it.  I've been hanging with these cool chicks down on Sprague.  Got a knife.  I don't want to end up like those gals killed by the serial killer.  They really know how to party.  I'm so tired.  I need more crank.  Tina and me are going to party with a couple of guys in the valley.  Lots of crank will be there.  I need rest.  I saved some money to go see my sis.  I'll call her tomorrow.  Tonight we are going to party like it's 1999! It's OK.
Love, Babs

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