You will not believe what happened last night, oh my God!!! But first understand things were worked out and Fall decided to keep our agency in Vodou for at least another month... we are NOT moving... YAY.. wu hoo!!!! man oh man I am happy now. I hate moving!!!

As Sowa and I were discussing his sister's disapperance drinking coffee and enjoying a quiet evening suddenly a drugged up large man wearing a mask stormed into the offices and ask "Where is Fall, where are the drugs?"... he was pointing a gun at me and Sowa and talking crazy. I slipped over by the counter where I tripped our silent alarm and Sowa got up and moved between me and the bad guy. Sowa, a very small man in stature but big in balls!!! He was so brave... the masked man got more and more agitated as I tried to offer coffee and donuts instead of drugs. As he backed out of the offices realizing we had no drugs, he yelled at me "Shut the fuck up bitch and tell Fall I'll be back!". Then for no reason at all he shot poor Sowa in the shoulder and ran out the door.

I ducked lower behind the counter and while the masked man was intent on Sowa I pulled my cell out of my pocket and dialed '911'... no one ever arrived so I knew it was up to me, again I was the only one here. I struggled to lift poor Sowa off the floor and drag him over to the HOttie Clinic. It seemed to take forever to get him up on the exam table. Then I went for the whiskey, taking a couple swigs straight out of the bottle as I walked back to Sowa and poured some good old Tennessee whiskey on Sowa's wound. I held a towel and put pressure on his bleeding hole until the bleeding subsided. Find a bandaged tied it around his arm and got some Vicadin out of the cupboard. I poured Sowa a big shot of whiskey to take the pain pills with... I held his head as he swallowed the pills and inhaled the whiskey, most spilling on his chin. He would go in and out of conscieness and I could tell he was in great pain. Being a Scot Sowa dealt with his pain quietly personafying the true gentleman he is.

I called 911 again and said we needed a doctor or a nurse but they told me none available... I called a doc friend of mine and she too couldnt get to us. We were on our own... just as I was wondering what to do next, Chrissy Sheriman showed up, Sowa's sister, the main reason for his visit to Vodou and Hathian. Chrissy was visible upset when she saw her brother bleeding and lying still on the white table. She blamed herself for him getting shot. I tried to comfort her, explaining it was a druggie looking for drugs not her fault at all... but she insisted, if she had never come to this place he would not have come looking for her. I suppose she is right.