Though the hotel was booked for a few extra days and i'd been with little sound rest since my journey started, I departed back for Appalachia around 12 O'clock midnite after you picked up the items. I had stocked up on alcohol and cigars before leaving, consuming both liberally along the way. Except for two fuel stops I drove the entire 12hr+ trek non-stop, to the point my driving hand and wrist went numb, losing all function, and forcing me to use the other. The road back was a dark and lonely nightmare. There was a section of isolate two-lane road within' Kentucky that runs slightly over 100miles, going into the forest and mountains, away from the cities and towns. Where you can drive for hours at high speed without seeing a single car, house, nor light.

I had cried the entire journey on and off but it was on that lone stretch of road I screamed and howled to the top of my lungs until I started coughing up blood and could voice no more. There, on that road in Kentucky, is where manifestations of demons flew along beside my coach and just outside my window. I know not if they were real or from the delirium .... This tale, whether all elements existed in reality or not, from the best my broken soul can rely, is one of truth. I know not what compels me other than the demons in my ear. I deeply want to leave you at peace. But its a story I felt should be shared.

Later after reading what you'd written about the noble jester my heart sank ten-fold more than it already was.. I suppose like last time.. when I took you roses.. it was to be exspected and no good deed goes unpunished but.. I dont know.. just felt the calling to share the story.. Delete this or fwrd it to poor Tova or whatever.. doesnt matter..