PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Damn, you people got some ugly freaks in this city! Pointy teeth. Yellow eyes. Heh, they thought they could bite me? I showed them. Noticed they like to hoard riches. Sorry, guys.. it's all mine now. They don't like being warm. Or hot. Kinda makes them get with the flailing. Especially with flames all over their bodies.

I will admit you got some fine-ass women around. Ohhhh. All slim, pretty, moist, and friggin' tight. They won't be for long, if you get my meaning. Not after I get done with them all. Some don't wear much anyway. I mean... goddamn, I really don't even need x-ray vision to see what they look like underneath. Not that I haven't used it anyway.

Research is coming up short on my end. How is everyone else holding?

I can't figure it. Though my money is starting to weigh up between the PTB and Wolfram & Hart. They're the guys controlling the traffic around here.

I am not amused by this at all. My home is exactly the same, as is my work. Down to the last detail. But last time I checked, Chicago didn't have palm trees. There's also been a few people I saw in public, they act like they know me, they.. kinda follow me for a little bit. There's also been moments in the day when I feel like I'm looking through someone else's eyes.

Mark? Come on, Mark, pick up the damn phone. Or turn it back on. You know, I know you like a good joke, but this is taking it a bit far. Kudos, though. I know you put the guys at work up to denying that you work there long enough. Cousins.. damn. Marky, seriously. Joke's over. I want to see you right now. If you didn't do this, I wonder who did. Just.. call me? Email me, whatever. We can search for the answers together. Maybe make a game of it, if you want.

And.. there's also this young blond guy staying at this mansion with me. Anybody here that knows anyone fitting that description. He's gotta be like.. 18, maybe 19. I saw him sleeping near me in my room as soon as I woke up. Maybe I had a sleepover with a couple work buddies and forgot about it. I'd like to know who he is. Probably not as important as knowing why I'm in Los Angeles, though. But I guess it could be worse. At least me and my cousin's business is here with us. That is a bit weird.. I can't even imagine how our home and work could be transported here, even by plane, just as it is. In one night. And without having me awaken. I'm a very light sleeper.

Earth...not where I was planning on being. I guess that's what happens when I attempt to fix a teleport.

So...year and place?