Hey. I left Vito’s house not to long after my previous post and almost reached my house when I suddenly fell to the ground. I didn’t black out or nothin’ but that hooded dude was standin’ over me.  He looked happy he finally caught me (I know I wasn’t). Then he started chantin’ some hockey-poky of some sort and all I hear is ‘REVOLUTION’…this dark mass of clouds suddenly covered my eyes and everywhere was so dark I couldn’t tell if I was still awake or not, but now I’m in my bed, I don’t know how I got here but I did. So I’ve sent an e-mail to Vito, my band and Pink tellin’em that I’m not feelin’ to good, in fact I don’t really feel like myself at the moment. To be more specific there’s a strange change in me that I’m not understandin’, I’m havin’ memories of stories Pink told me about magic and stuff and how I won’t remember after the night of a full moon, and these little groups of words that sound like some magic spells keep creepin’ into my mind…argh! *Holding head*MY HEAD!!!