PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Are there any of the children of the night present? Or of the human variety that understand and embrace the dark pits of our soul? Or perhaps someone who would like to share something deep and profound to me.

I,The Nightcrawler, would love to hear from you.

o angel

Hahaha, ok, I get it. This is another 'son of Sparda' jerk-around, right? If I'd known this would happen when I left that goddamn tower, I'd have jumped in that hole after Verg. I'm sure whatever he's dealing with is a damn sight better.

The way I see it, I have two options here:
1. Find a puddle big enough to drown myself in. (Can I drown? I don't know. I've never tried it.)
2. Get so wasted I can't remember my own name.

After the night I've had? And the day before? And...Losing my damn pizza? And my shop? Option two is looking fucking awesome. But then...So is option one. Conundrum.

Great joke guys, really hilarious.

Sure I like LA but I prefer to be able to get out whenever I want.