Just tryin' to keep the head on straight after all that Sabbat shit. Even kinda layin' low when it comes to the problems Johnny got, just tryin' to delay shit and get a chance to think.
Rosentard is still a fuckin' idiot. One day, Johnny will take care of the problem. He apparently now wants to talk the problem out? WTF? There's nothing to talk about. He's a goddamn liar and murderer of Anarchs. Piece of shit.
Abby is a good little Brujah, quite the eager beaver, but damn, her little investigation into the death of Sophia Bourne just sucked. It really didn't uncover anything, other than the Tower Power in Phoenix hates Brujah. Wow, didn't know that already.
What the hell is with this weather? The heat actually ain't too bad, since it kinda warms the skin up and makes it a little easier to pass off as still living and breathing. And it makes the girls wear less and drink more. But damn, it makes it so the number one topic of conversation is the goddamn weather. Are you kidding? That's what you talk about when you have nothing to talk about. Not your number one topic. Damn.
Anarchs seem to be popping up in New York. This Aaron Cross lick seems awful eager to learn shit, you know, trade tricks and info. Don't know shit about 'im though. Gonna need to check up on his ass before doing anything serious. Maybe a stop into New York is something to think about once the FBI shit is taken care of.
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