rubinville

So last night I decided to take a walk to clear my mind. You might find that a bit odd, since it seems like not much has been in my mind over the past few days, but I did it nonetheless. I took a long stroll which led me to a part of Central Park that I had never been to before. It was a dark, wooded area, with only one small light in the distance. Feeling the need to explore, I walked towards the light.

As I got closer, I noticed that the light led to a small, concrete, winding staircase. I pushed some shrubs aside to get down there stairs, and down I went. When I got to the bottom of the stairs there was a wooden door with a metal lock. As I went to open the door I was wacked in the head with something, and that is exactly the last thing I remember.

I awoke slumped over a bench at the entrance of the park on 81st Street. Confused, I quickly checked for my wallet and keys, both of which were in my pocket, untouched. I then looked for my camera, which was in my other pocket. I turked on the camera only to find that there were no pictures in the memory except for the one that I've posted above. I also found a small note in my pocket that said, "You know too much. Keep it quiet."

I don't know what happened last night, but obviously whoever did this to me knows that Monday is the third anniversary of The Daily Dave, and that I plan this year to be it's best ever.

The powers that be are getting nervous. Institutions are shaking. Executives are loosening their collars. But fear not, it'll take a little more than a medieval torture chamber to stop me...