Well it’s official. Paige Bell, 21 year old Scorpio, is born. According to her passport photo, she has a bad attitude and grown out roots. I have health insurance — at least cryptozoologists get free health care am I right — and a drivers license hahahahahaaha me with a driver’s license that’s a whole disaster.
Neal got a call yesterday so we have a case. I feel sort of like this is my first case, even though Neal assures me that I will not be participating at all despite my fancy new identification.
“But I have health care now!” I whined but he wasn’t hearing it.
On the one hand I’m sad to be leaving. Bass has turned out to be excellent company, and you never know what kind of creature’s gonna end up here. I feel like I’m getting a very slow, drunken education about what exists in the world.
On the other hand I’m relieved to be on the road again. I had a nightmare last night and woke up screaming, which brought people knocking on my door. Which isn’t to say I exactly prefer sharing a motel room with Neal and Julian, but at least I don’t have to explain myself. It feels good to be on the move. I was starting to get the itch to move on.