[A few hours after this. The handwriting is exceptionally sloppy, with strikeouts to correct spelling errors every few words.]
[Public] Someone tell me wy why I ever thot thought it was a good idee idea to be sober. Hot places to hit on a weeknight, man, anbody anybody got suggestions?
I've tried just about everything. Long walks in the park, soft music, light reading, alcohol, more alcohol. My sister gave me a freakin' manicure for fuck's sake.
So, anyone have any suggestions on how to break a long term bout of Writer's Block? It's really starting to cramp my style.
[Voicemail left for Ezra] "Ezra, is Nikolai. Sisterfucker in head told me that bird pimp in your head did stupid thing. If you are still alive, call me back. If you are dead, can I have your Aston Martin?"
I'm throwing a party. I don't see the point in being a fucking stupid billionaire if I can't throw a party sometimes. What the hell, right? Seriously. We all need a break. Everybody can just chill and there can be some good music. Pretty basic concept but I've noticed that people seem mildly keyed up since monsters fucked up half the town and we all got dragged into a hide and go seek in the dark game with fucking nutbar crazy people.
So yeah. Party somewhere. Place yet to be decided. Give me some input. My apartment isn't big enough.
A little place to gather and chat. And whine, apparently, in the case of some of you miserable people. Going on and on about how hard things are. Try dying then you can talk.