The Package Opened.

I'm sorry about that really abrupt blog entry. I know I scared you guys and I'm really sorry. I texted people back as fast as I could to let them know everything was cool. Except it might not be, so maybe keep your phones close at hand over the next few days.
Allow me to show you how I knew the package was meant for me.

If that isn't blunt and to the point, I don't know what is. It's nothing special as far as I can tell. A McDonald's napkin with red sharpie on it. It still smelled like permanent marker when I found it in my hoodie's pocket.

I debated not doing what it demanded. I almost just threw it and the package away. But the problem with human beings is we are curious beasts and I let it get the better of me. I did open it.

Took a video for posterity, even.

I was only mildly worried before, but now seeing this, this seems like the work of a crazy person. It's scribbled on, and random letters and words are blocked out that don't seem to have any meaning.
And despite all of that, somebody REALLY wanted me to read this.
I'm going to show it to the police in the morning and get their take on it and let them know about our hoodied friend that's been around. Maybe see if they can't send a patrol car around the neighborhood a bit more frequently.
As of now I'm just waiting for the end of the month and praying there is no extension request. I'll have to turn Mr. Talbrie down at this point, I don't feel safe here anymore. Which leaves me in a lurch for house and income. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I keep jumping every time I hear something creak now... my nerves are shot. I gotta go to bed.
I suppose the bright side to all of this is that, however they managed to steal my hoodie out from under my nose, they also managed to return it that same way. I can stop freezing in the evenings, anyway.