Journal 2.6.13
It's been a long time. Too long. Arizona was nice. So was California. Dyed my hair black, got brown contacts, gained a few pounds, got a job as a waiter, janitor, stock boy, usher, and dishwasher. Back in Lima. Got a call from a friend in distress. Poor Vinnie, still needs people to fight his battles. Frankly, I'm tired of all this gang bullshit. I'm tired of all the nonsense. I'm tired of the Titans and I'm tired of the whinning. Got myself a gun. I think it's time I put an end to this chapter in my life. Got a job to do, gonna do it right. This one's for you Matt. Artie Abrams is good as dead. When it's over, I'm going back to California. The air is nicer over there and I don't have to worry about wearing other colors.










