Things got pretty bad leading up to today.
It's election day, by the way.

So we had the debate, and lets just say I didn't come off as well as I might have liked. But that's not even the biggest of my problems. My big problem is that it didn't hurt my poll numbers. I was at almost 50%, same as Cimanello, going into today. But the reality of actually being mayor of Boston has made my feet as cold, if not colder, than almost every bride or groom. At least when you get married, chances are you'll only fuck up one life, several at most. And here I am, this arrogant kid, running for mayor of Boston, a position I'm completely unqualified to hold, scared out of my mind that I'm gonna win. I guess I can resign if I do.

I guess at times like these, you know who your friends are, because there's nobody I'd rather talk to right now than Dan. Only he hasn't talked to me since I yelled at him last week. He kept talking about how we had to finish the home stretch by doing something crazy, like a midnight rally or something. He kept talking about some sort of gathering, a riot, or a mini-riot. I thought he was reading books on the Chicago 7 or something. But he wouldn't stop talking about it. Eventually I told him to shut up about the rally already, that there wasn't time to get it together. He was pretty upset, and didn't talk to me after that.

Sure I have other people to talk to. And if I become mayor, there'll be lots of people to talk to all the time. But I'm scared. I'm really scared. By the thought of being mayor of Boston. By the thought of being trapped. And by the thought of what it is I've become...