His name was Ian, anyway that's what he told me. I was painting my car- I fucked it up- got frustrated and got a 22, poured it in my Carl's Jr cup, went for a walk down the bike path. I found a spot near the creek under an overpass and I was just chillen down there drawing, headphones in... He jumped down under the overpass where I was- startled me, said he had to piss and ran over like 20 ft away from me. I thought he was gonna leave when he was done with his business and I guess he took my not fleeing in horror (he didn't piss in front of me ffs he ran behind a pillar out of view) and he sat down and asked me a bunch of questions, I answered them. I guess he didn't seem overtly threatening at the moment. He was about 5'10", couldn't be over 140lbs if that, red hair, freckles, clean white shirt and jeans. He asked if he could see my book and so I handed it to him. He turned the pages upside down first, which was strange. He really studied the images. He then righted the book and flipped through it again and studied further. He didn't say anything during that, he just looked over at me occasionally... We got to talking after about 10 minutes- he then says "I found the truth under this bridge" I won't lie, that made me nervous as fuck. I'm 5'6", buck 30 most. Female. Kinda drunk under a bridge with a guy I don't know. Not my best move, I am aware. I asked him what "the truth" was. He said if He told me he would have to kill me.

I pretty much felt like I had no other option but to grip onto my backpack, survey my surroundings and figure out which direction to run or what rock to pick up to best smash his head- so I blurted out "OH FOR FUCKIN REAL DUDE. YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU GOTTA KILL ME? UNDER THIS GODDAMN BRIDGE" Apparently being loud sort of worked because he backed up and said "only if I told you though, but I won't." I followed him back up to the path, walked behind him, waited until we were in the street light and said peace hella loud and ran off to the busy street side. Idk man. Shits weird. Life is weird.