I write in book today. Begin of day i find ammo to go blat blat wit my pistal. I gave food for other gun for it. The brown man was scared of cloth of face, why? I do not get. It good business, nice trade. Man in city real scared of cloth. I ate meat today. I see strange thing. Talking tree, shroom of walk with legs. I never eat meat of dood again. I fight many dood, dood dress in all shiny black, two. They thing on neck and ball in mouth, disgust. I beat up with machete, but now I hurt, ache. Lady bring me pill for it. – Lethabo