((Taking some 'me' time to review some old highlight reels. Good times))

My new sponsor says I need to start a journal. It should help me realize my goals. So here goes nothing...

1. Revenge on that cop... The new tattoo chick I met today said the her name was probably Lyssandra something. The cop, not the tattoo chick. Her name was Sati. But before I can get anything serious done on the rest of my goals, this is prime.
2. Finish weaponizing Substance P. Early tests are promising. Grant Josephus, male, approximately 20 years of age. Follow up with second dose.
3. Black male Blackmail the owner of the comic shop into promoting me to manager. It's the perfect base of operations until the lair is complete.

I took a 'me' day today. Spent some time getting the mothball smell out the fencing jacket, but new costume is breaking in well. Comfy. Jimmy's for supper again.

I reaffirm that I am the sum of my ideals and that I will become the ultimate criminal mastermind. I am positive and my efforts will succeed. I still owe Oprah sixteen dollars for this self-hypnosis program.

Peace,

me