New life, new journal. I mean, why the hell not call this a “new life”? No one here knows me. They only know what I tell them, which so far hasn’t been much. It’s better that way.

I stopped by the local strip club last night. Had to get a drink of whiskey, to settle my nerves a bit. Of course, the bartender (a dude, sleazy lookin’) practically…[Read more]