My therapist at the VA told me to do this. She insists that it will help me to get my “thoughts in order” or some bullshit. I told her if I wanted to chronicle things, I’dve been a fucking accountant. Besides, I do enough writing in my goddamned lab! Heh- if she only knew what I’ve actually been up to while my fellow old farts were greasing up with Ben Gay and playing shuffleboard.
Well, here goes:
The shop’s doing well- 4th of July weekend always brings in all those wonderfully patriotic rednecks that live out west looking for more firepower. I finally got to pay off that merc I hired to help me deal with that nest of BCVs in Lake Worth. Trust me, you don’t wanna keep a guy like that waiting for his payment. I don’t think even those high-ups in Edinburgh could do shit about a bullet they didn’t see coming. That’s no way to go-no time to even let loose a death curse. Lucky for me, this Ziggy guy was willing to take part of his payment in “store credit”.
This may be the beginnings of a nice business arrangement.
I’ve also had some dealings with a WCV girl from the local “Family”. She’s not so bad, for a succubus. In fact, her spunky nature reminds me a lot of my Abby. I feel sorry for her.
(well, how about that shit? – that didn’t quite hit me until I wrote it down. Maybe my therapist isn’t so full of shit after all…)
Donnie’s finally getting the hang of running the place without me being there. I frankly don’t know why he puts up having a crabby fuck like me as a boss; he’s either a glutton for punishment, or he’s got a lot more character than I give him credit for. He’s a good kid.
The Green Jeep is not doing so well- that’s partly my fault, and partly the fault of that Ranger from Johnathan Dickinson. I should remember to ask him if he knows some good fishing spots.
The job is, well, the job. The “forces of darkness” have yet to back off the local population, although there seems to be some serious shit cropping up in my backyard as of late. Shit I’ve only heard of until recently.
Well, I didn’t watch my fellow mortals die face-down in the ectoplasm to let them win now.
(I guess I’m supposed to do this “every once in a while”, but we’ll see how that goes. God- I hope nobody ever finds this shit)