He heads over there.

God, fuck my life.

If you told me a month ago that I would have all of my stuff taken away from me, including my clothes, and that I would be running through the city completely naked, I would have told you that you have a wild imagination.

And yet, here I am, in the middle of the city, butt-ass naked.

Dear god, please convince Austin to give me some of my stuff back. It doesn't even need to be something big, like my bed. Just a pair of underwear would be more than enough.

I left my apartment about 20 minutes ago (it's hard for me to tell, since I'm not allowed a phone) and I'm barely halfway to Vintage Avenue. There just aren't enough places to hide, so I end up streaking through completely open spaces, praying to whichever deity that's watching this frankly absurd display that i wouldn't get seen.

But, you know, given the luck I've been having these past couple weeks, it worked against me. Dozens of people have already bared witnesses to my bare crusade. I had hoped that at least some of them would show compassion for me and help out, but nope, it's either laughter, staring with dumb grins on their faces, or *shudder* taking pictures.

Finally, after about 45 minutes of this humiliating ordeal, I finally made it to Vintage Avenue, where both Austin and Brittany stood, staring at my nude body.

And right behind where they were standing... was my car.

"Buckle up, Benjamin," Brittany remarked. "We're going on a short trip."