So, I guess this lead was a bust. The man I met with sounded interesting. We met at Bishop’s Diner at 1 o’clock. A portly man, with greying hair. He wore a grey shirt and khaki shorts. He was a bit dirty, and unkempt, which I found a bit unsightly. His name is Darren, or so he says. He hesitated when introducing himself, which makes me think he was coming up with the name right there on the spot. We talked for a while, about my trip, and he seemed particularly fascinated about what my life was like back home. I, of course, lied and said I was from Yorkshire, as my accent is hard to hide. He said he had seen Downton Abbey and was curious to hear how it compared to my life. I live on an estate and make very little money compared to the Crawley family. Yes I watched the show.

After speaking for quite some time, ‘Darren’ asked me if we could talk in a more private place. I agreed, we paid our bill, and journeyed to a new place. It was a trailer park, about 20 miles away. To the outskirts of ‘Hurricane’. After a few moments of trepidation, I proceeded to follow the man into his trailer home. I was greeted by two things. First, the smell of cigarettes and cat urine. The second, was a view of a huge wall of pictures, news articles and very obviously photoshopped images of people with wolf heads. I soon realized they were pictures of well known politicians. I had managed to find a man, and apparently his mother, who resided in the front of the trailer, who believed that the world is run by werewolf lizardmen hybrids, and they are all wizards and devil worshipers.

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I fucking hate people sometimes.

I left soon after and blocked the man on all accounts, as to not be dragged into his insane conspiracy theories.

If anything else happens, I'll let you know.

I had a 30 minute conversation with an elderly Mormon man today, about the fact that I’m unmarried is very bad. He stopped talking to me shortly after asking if I was a virgin, to which I replied “ of course not”. His face made me feel like I was a disappointment.