In between each sextet was a page of ranting violent prose, cursing the american government, the russian government, the white supremacists, all asians, those with a fear of fire, anything you can think of, according to this diary they were all to blame for the impending invasion, though exactly what was invading, the booklet never got around to saying. It seemed to hint at some alien race, though it could just as easily have been referring to elves, for all i know.
After reading it, i just told my dad that it was the ravings of a madman, no more sensible than if you had given a puppy a pencil and told him to write a thesis. I asked where EXACTLY he had gotten it, so i could return one of a homeless man's precious few possessions to him, and he told me.
The next day, I went to the spot in question, leaving the original notebook, a new, 120 page notebook, a 10 pack of mechanical pencils, and several plastic bags for the vagrant, at least hoping to give him some solace in his maddened state, even if i couldn't help him.
I then sat in my car, some 200 yards away, with a pair of binoculars, waiting for him to come back, so i could call police, perhaps, and get him some help.
Hours passed, and no-one arrived, eventually i fell asleep in my (thankfully) locked car.
I woke up well past midnight to a "bump" type noise on my hood, though i saw nothing there. I, spooked out of my wits, turned on and revved my engine, with the hope of scaring off anyone nearby, then pulled backwards from the spot i was in, out of the parking lot, went to go home. As i exited the lot, i would have sworn i saw someone peering at me from behind a dumpster, but no proof.
I returned the next day and everything i had left was gone.
I spent weeks thinking some homeless guy was going to jump out and kill me, thinking i was some kind of hideous alien.