Threads: It's 2 AM the fear has gone

I use this fleabag motel for meetings since I became a criminal. Never any contraband, though.

But last time the owner, a short Asian guy with big glasses, accosts me in the hallway. He wagged his angry finger: "Not matter you run away onto highway and leave. Cops call you later."

 

So I'd been marked and he deduced my nefarious dealings. This really bothered me. Forces teaming up against me. Thought I had been clever.

 

But it's the same old me: Knowing nothing while thinking I know everything.