PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Jesus Fucking Christ, yeah, I said it, I'd forgotten how much I can't fucking stand blood.

It's all fun and games before I'm trying to empty my non-existent stomach. And it shouldn't have been fun in the first place. Aw, fuck.

[Filtered to Good Guys]

So, now that I've had the full "battle of good and evil, parallel Earths, might disappear at any moment without warning" briefing, I think I've earned a few drinks. Anyone wanna show me to a nice bar where the wine list don't include virgin blood? I used to go to a place called Paco's, outside Edwards Air Force Base, but I ain't sure if it exists here.

I can pay for my own drinks, and I have all sorts of fun war stories.

Okay. So, now that I'm gisted with a side of clothes from Wal-Mart and place to stay with half decent company. . .

What's a girl gotta do for a job? Huh? I. . .am a damn good detective and looook! Shiny new PI license, just took the test last year!

If nothing else I make a damn good receptionist who happens to slip helpful little post-its into all your case files. You should hear my phone voice.

Takers?