That little bastard better not have drank any of mine damn alcohol. I don't know what would be worse, the fact that he did drink some, or the fact that his mouth was on my bloody flask. I think they might even out.

Him running away with my liquor if is usually a killing offense, especially if I know that he'll come back, but I didn't need him tattlin' to Bridget and gettin' me in trouble. So I settled for a punch to the jaw and a kick to the gut.

Bridget got off a lot easier than he did. Course, I like her a lot more than him, and I'm datin' her. And I don't wanna piss her off.

I'm sure it's a terrifyin' thing.

( 'Holy crap, free drinks!' )

Can't believe he was there, and Bridget knew he was gonna be. Guess in a way, it's payback for before, but still... No matter what Bridget says, I can't trust him. Not after what happened last time... And that's a damn good reason, in my eyes.

Not until I'm dead sure he's out of the running. And even then...


I'm actually starting to enjoy running into Zachery... if only for the reason I get to injure him every time I do. Though this time, he had a friend helping him. That blond guy that lives down the hall... R something.

I slipped up. Almost blew it, and was close to having to either do some excellent bullshitting, or tell the truth. Sugarpants, what in hell Lucky for me, bloody Zachery showed up, and distracted whateverhisname is from making me explain. Got out of there before he could remember to ask again.

Zachery owes me a bloody lighter.


Bridget came by. Wanted to talk about that Hollis guy.

I called her Jordan, and damn if I didn't mean it when I did. Fuck. She's so much like her, but at the same time...

I told her not to track her down. She only joked about, but she can't. Jordan can't know about me. Especially now. Especially after how I left her.

I have a daughter. Jordan must have found out after the car crash, there's no way she'd keep that from me... Emily Hope Silveira. Born October 9th, 1984.

Damn it. I don't know what's worse not having a dad at all, or having a dad like mine. ...For all I know, she thinks someone else is her dad.

They can't find out about me. And Otto sure as hell can't find out about them. I'll be damned if I put Jordan and our child in danger just because they can be associated with me.

I'm not a nice person. Even when I try ta be. Tha closest I can get ta nice is probably only tolerable in most people's eyes. And that ain't really my fault.

Hard ta be nice when ya ain't happy. I should know. I acted like a complete bastard before I met Genie, and I know I wasn't happy then. But than I met Genie, and eventually went from complete bastard ta tolerable. I was almost nice in some instances. And than... it all went arseways.

Was no damn surprise when I decided ta act like an asshole today, really. Wasn't any surprise with tha consequences either.

( 'Consider this your first denial.' )