Brad
They were like vultures. No, worse. Vultures left eventually. The media frenzy outside my house didn’t.
It was Tuesday, and they were driving me insane. My mom was so nice about the whole thing, understanding and supportive, and she didn’t once tell me that it might be better if I left, which was what I was considering doing at this point. Anything to get away from the people outside who wanted to make a living through invading my privacy.
I hadn’t been able to organize a bodyguard out here. It wasn’t that no one was available. I just didn’t trust anyone not to leak information to the press about something. The police had tried in vain to get the reporters to leave. In the end, they were camped in front of my house, and I was stuck inside.
All I had wanted was to spend a few weeks
