2nd Blog Post: Nothing Makes Sense
On a Sunday night, I walked around my lonely apartment and went to my door and picked up the daily newspaper. I saw an ad in the newspaper depicting a concert happening downtown hosted by Conrad and Mr. Maitland himself. I debated if I should turn in for a good night sleep or if I should get out of my comfort zone. I decided to go downtown and to see the concert, I hoped it would help me forget about Mr. Evans murder. The taxi man was quite chatty and wouldn’t stop talking about what happened. I tried to ignore him but his loud voice made it hard. He said something about how it was planned and how he was going to solve it all. I told him, “don’t stop disrespecting the dead.” To escape his monotone voice, I asked him to drop me one block away from the arena. As I walked to the concert, I could hear the music and I felt the beat rush through my veins. Once I got close enough to the venue, I saw the name “Conrad.” and for some reason, I forgot about worries. I went up to the booth and a...