[The following is written in black ink, with a borderline illegible script. It's the writing of a man who so to speak, did not give a fuck what Sister Edward Michael Joseph said about his handwriting.
These things should come with manuals. There's only so much piecing together one can do about reading these things. Do the voices you all hear take over that often? It's made me a bit more thankful that mine doesn't talk much unless it's about that damned door.
Ignore the above question and let's get a more serious one. I'm out of reading material and the only books in the Venetian's store, I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Where's a good old fashioned Annie's? Hell, I'll take a Barnes and Noble even.