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On a scale of one to ten, one being drunk and ten being wasted, where do I fall to end up in a different city when I wake up? Eleven? Twenty two? Going for twenty two. Don't recall getting wasted, but hey, it happens. Not lately, but you know, it did. So it can. And it has. Go figure. Shit

Shit! I really need to actually use this thing more. I'm crap at remembering to do things like that. I was never the sort of kid who kept a fucking journal or anything, probably because the only kids who did were girls...and probably Perry. I should ask him about that. Right. So, I'm beginning to like New York. No cases yet that involve me losing appendages. Yes, Perry, I did look that word up to make sure I was using it right. Shut the fuck up. Of course, the whole comic book thing people have going on here? Kind of weird. And God? Seriously? I mean, if someone told me God looked like that, I'd probably go to church more often...or...fuck, y'know...ever, but seriously? The number of crazy people here? Really fucking weird.

New York City. Center of the fucking universe and whatnot. Can't exactly say it's great to be back, because who the fuck really thinks that? Yeah, like my life is instantly so much better just because I'm back in this shithole. I mean, honestly, nobody comes back to New York because they really want to be there. Sure, that's why they go there in the first place, but that's just the wide-eyed kids who think they're gonna make it big or something like that. Fucking bullshit. Still, it's better than L.A. That place was faker than Pamela Anderson's tits.

Anyway, my name is Harry Lockhart. I'm a private detective. Sort of.

Getting my heart broken by a hot young redhead sucked beyond compare.

Now who the fuck will I go out to the clubs with? New York sucks when you don't have someone to hang out with.