Then before they (FFU) leave Novak gives me this wine glove that someone had given him. But I don't drink (anymore). I took it anyway because it was a gift, and like the flashlight I want it. He said it needs to be passed on, but I don't know who I would pass it on to. "When the time and person is right I guess." (Hopefully never).
One more think that I got that I wanted was for him (Novak) to sign his book Dreamseller that Bam had sent to me when I was looked up. I really enjoyed reading it. I had never really read books before I went to prion and reading that one and a couple of other ones made me realize how good a fucking book can be. So I'm going to write my own book. People have said to me that I should, and I always thought about it but it never happened. But now with the help of a ghost writer it's already in the process.
Why am I writing this? Because I hope it will help me (and maybe someone else hopefully) to not want to want things. Things are just things, why do I want them? I don't know. I don't want to want them anymore.