December 15th

The day began very productive when I made two possibly Russian guys bleed to death, unfortunately the blood of one of them smeated my skates that Mr. Waldbrand just gave me. It was my 16-year-old gift in advance. I haven't met Mr. Waldbrand in over a week, when he sent a Valentine's Day card with his number and a love letter saying that I've been admiring the distance since I slept with the corpse of two drugged-up kids inside a shed. What can I say? I needed to sleep and it was raining a lot and the boys wouldn't leave me alone. As I was saying, I don't know much about Mr. Waldbrand, all I know is he's rich, and he doesn't like the Russians.