This place man… I got so caught up just happy to see people again guess I didnt give much mind to the ones I was dealing with. Turns out I dont know what to make of the world anymore, seemes the place I took up roost is in the turf of some big cops that call themselves Keepers, least the might as well be, big guns, radios, jail cells… Thing is though, it aint been so bad bein around em. actually a point to it you know, boys in blue came rollin down the street back in the day lookin to give you lip for sellin a bit of weed, maybe jackin some Escalade some rich prick didn’t think twice about leavin the keys in cause he figured some little manservant would straighten up his parkin job for him, but it aint like that anymore. Someone built the walls around this place, and best I could figure its the ones who made it their base, and for now mine too, I dont even know man, best I got left is a couple of years with the world the way it is, dont need to spend em learning to be a proper citizen.

Dont think Ill be turning over a new leaf though just yet, long as they got that Mohawked Cunt under their employ they’re writ off far as I’m concerned. God I wish the rebels had some more muscle to take her down, figured putting a prize for ever seperate shoobox full of her they could deliver would tempt someone to dole out some street justice, but no dice, and cant exactly run that add in the paper, Ill have Keepers bangin down my door and throwin me in a cell again for it Im sure.

I dont know why Im bothering to type this, Cant run it in the Rag, waste of ink for the typewriter really, guess I figure I keep typing somethin will come to me worth putting in it, I wonder if Suki’s upstairs… That’ll clear my head…

*the page is ripped out from the typewriter from there, and left in a drawer in his office, might as well keep his thoughts together since he bothered to type them*