[ posted anonymously in the lobby ]
[ Early risers will find multiple photocopies of handwritten journal entries taped up throughout the lobby. Though the handwriting may not be immediately familiar to interested parties, the subjects could be as names and descriptions are littered throughout. Have fun, kids. ]
Well, I have a new client. My gut is telling me he's a keeper. The guy is a drug dealer, and one of his pushers got caught. The idiot tried to sell to a cop, and I managed to sweet-talk the DA into fine. They won't be so lenient next time though, and I'm sure there will be a next time. The client was happy, so I'm sure I haven't seen the last of him.
OMG there's a fucking TMZ reporter in the building and she keeps following me around. This keeps up, I'm getting that little bitch slapped in handcuffs at the first opportunity.
The concierge in this building is so creepy; he's never gone from his desk, it's like he lives there. Plus the way he dresses is so weird. How someone that unprofessional could stay employed in a place like this is beyond me.
Rafe had bruises all over his back. I don't know what the fuck he's into. He said he was in a shoot and it got violent and he couldn't stop because it's his job. Maybe I made a mistake with him; maybe I need a *real* man.
Yeah, about that...I caught myself talking to that voice again. More and more these days I feel like I'm starting to go crazy, talking to it like it's an imaginary friend. That it's something...else. And it's getting harder to ignore.
Chris needed me to...talk some sense into one of his employees who was getting greedy, so I did. It was the first time I’d ever used my...gift...in quite that way before, giving direct commands rather than just suggestions, and it worked beautifully. It was incredible...the overwhelming feeling of power I got from that. I had those guys wrapped around my finger...and it felt good. I went into that meeting nervous as hell, and I came out of it feeling like a god. It was almost like being high.
Ran into this woman the other day coming into the building; she was wearing enough makeup to kill an elephant. I hope I never get like that, so desperate for attention that I make myself up like a clown. Someone's obviously trying to beat the clock, but honey, you're not fooling anyone.
The other night, when I was out with Chris...well, he doesn’t know it, but I scored some coke. It’s been five years since I’ve used, and I wasn’t even craving it, you know? Even with all that’s been going on. But we were out, and it was just...there. And I took it without thinking. And then I took it, and it was amazing. It’s been so long that it hit like a mack truck. And now I’m sure I’m falling right back into it. Because it’s never just once with me. And it wasn’t. And won’t be.