I swaer, the more I drink t he more focused I get.
I'm sorry Elaine, I couldn't find a pet to murder this time.
I killed someone else. I didn't th ink. I just had a feeling as I walked down the street and walked into the house and he died. Hehe. He had an axe in his fucking porch. I knocked on the door, he opened it and I cut him and hacked him and tore him and I just remember his face when he died. It was not something I want to do. But I did it anyway. How weak am I? Heh. But at least he's partial to vodka, a man after my own heart.
Not even a week in and I am doing what he I'm told. They are threatening you. I was told you'd die if I tried to warn you about their plans, I want to help, but my hands are both tied and trying to type and drink at once. Talking of alcohol, I heard that there was an abandoned house, a couple of yobbos were dropping glass bottles there. Maybe they could help you out.
Do I feel guilty because of what I've done? It hurts like hell. I know how you feel now Lucas, and I'm sorry.
So how are you Lucas? Are you actually gonna go to NJ or are you going to get all bummed about me fuc king off with Fathnonotthatnameneverthatname.
I t ried to visit you, but yo u appare ntly decided to break the intercom. Why did you do that? Of all the idiotic thi ngs you do, you break the interc om.
Seriously, you should take a note from.... John Smith, wait, seriously? I just checked his wallet and it said "John Smith" on the drivers licence, just wo w, the guy I killed has such a common name. Apparently it was his birthday yesterday. From what it seems, he got a Katana from some girl, maybe his mother? I dunno. But I'm gonna take it for you when I see you again.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! He knows how to look after spaces.
I love you.