First. I'm looking for John Watson. I don't know if you're through the door or not, so I thought it best to look for you here.
Second. Though plans have stalled, Coventry is looking for a drummer. If you're interested, leave me a note here, or give me a ring at [number]. I can provide more details if you would like, as can my bandmates, Noah and Simon.
[Posted from Lucifer. His writing has a certain flourish, and the words seem to burn on the page.]
I'm baaack.
And here I thought I'd be stuck in that pit for another millennium or two. Funny how things work out, huh? Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not mad. Think of this as a second chance, a fresh start... end of the world, take two. This time we'll get it right. I believe in you.
To the lovely lady all dolled up in blood and the printed word: drop me a line, sweetheart.
Next year I might have to seek out some fellow Jews for Passover. This is the first year I've not celebrated in a long time. I have to say, I missed Seder. If anyone finds themselves with a strong hankering for four cups of wine and matzo next year, let me know.
[Locked: Kit V-A/Theo W]
You, sir, are far too thoughtful a person. Thank you.
The more I read these journals, the more I wonder if I am totally unsafe now. I mean, I grew up in the trailer park, I've seen a lot of brawls, but like... it seems like there is so much violence and danger.
[. . . ]
It's frightening. I don't like it. I hate looking over my shoulder all the time.