kiru and I share the honors equally for this one.


SAM: Skate park pretty much sucked out loud. Letdown, man. I think like besides me, there was this big fuckin' black lab dude, another dude who was like a species I never even saw before, an' like a fuckin' brother an' sister who were way too fuckin' young to be like gang material, yanno?
I skated for a little while, then split.
I went lookin' around, an' I wound up checkin' out this fuckin' concert. There was this, like, fuckin' I guess it was some like social center. Rad...fuckin'...place! Like a club on like one of the lower floors. I just chilled the fuck out. Man was it loud in there.

TI: Days like this don’t come often.
I mean, it’s not hard to get others to warm up to you around here, but when I was with Ian…it was like the things I did mattered, you know? When I came back after some band business, though, I could tell June had stopped by. Mind, I don’t dislike her, but when she’s trying to basically sell her body, and do it around Vi, it just…you know?

Sorry. My brain gets fuzzy when I think like that sometimes.

I gave Ian the best tour I could manage. He had so many questions, and I felt better that he was talking without sounding forced. He did say a few things which I couldn’t just let go, but man, living without a home for as long as he did…I still feel bad about that.

We ended up at the com center, and yeesh, it was packed like nobody’s business. Vi just dragged him off to cooking lessons, and I went off to work on my reading, which ended up being me and like, two other guys besides the teacher. This is why half the letters I get don’t make any sense these days. And the other half…well, wiping your scent on a piece of paper isn’t my idea of communication.




DUNCAN(Ti’s bandmate): We rehearsed without Ti's sister. She was indisposed. But that was okay. Jackson and I play, too, so it's not like we were having a guitarist shortage or anything.
After practice, Ti went to his reading instruction, and Rigo had to go drum some more. There was a concert in the, uh, concert hall, natch, and he's like in four other bands, so his services were required. Jackson and I had some stuff on exhibit at the art show, so we went and stuffed our faces on baked goods and basically, uh, basked in the glory. Heh.
Then we showed up at the concert later on. There was this new guy there. Younger kid. Hanging out on the left, where the sound wasn't so ear-fucking-bleedingly loud. He was rockin'. It was kinda funny. He smelled high, and he probably was. He had like a shirt with a big devil face on it surrounded by flames. I remember I was like "Rad T, dude!" He's like "Thanks, dude!"



LEE: I couldn’t believe it. I had made that douche a sandwich, offered him things he could never get anywhere else, and volunteered to help him out in an undertaking that would be a murderous task for someone as stupid as he, and for what? To be turned down flat and ditched. What’s worse, is I can’t give up now, because he’s going to form a gang one way or another, and if I don’t get in there, they’re going to cause so much random mayhem, and don’t even have a competent mediator.

This is ridiculous. I spent the night brooding over it, and the only solution I have right now is to watch how he goes about attempting to recruit. Maybe I’ll be able to offer him something.

Jerk.