A Monologue, Short Monologue

CRAIG: (through short breaths, looking over his shoulder for signs of life)
What can I do? All I did was open a couple of letters and write in them and now they try to arrest me. I would rather have stayed in the diner and just done what I could to help but no, they wanted to arrest me....for my own good. That's bollocks. Why does the town feel that I am the one out to get them. It doesn't work like that. They are the ones who ignore me and cut me out of everything. I only deliver their mail but if it weren't for me they wouldn't get any mail would they. …