[Clive]
Lost their bloody minds, everyone has.
Everyone's got some kind of fucking angle, which doesn't surprise me, but the fact they've all turned so damned bloodthirsty doesn't make any sense. Rabbit everywhere. Can't find anyone usin' their loaf at all. Can't say who's bein' more of a charlie, either.
The brass tacks are pretty clear, though. The Dutch, the Mick, the Chink, and whoever else they had on hand took a whack at a city official on our turf. Maybe with Kenny's ok, maybe not. My guess is with only 'cause I figure we woulda heard otherwise by now. But who knows? Mayor of New Orleans didn't seem to announce anything 'bout all the brown bread he had over the weekend. One Elvis'd pimp, one wraithed diabolist, and a few others only got whispers about 'em. Good matches all around, I hear. The pimp died after one to the face. The dibby went dust after two scratches and a bullet, but not in that order. Freddy made it out clean on that one; repaid the Mayor's respect, but the other Dragons won't shut the fuck up about it, now. None of 'em seem to get it: might makes right and the dead got no fuckin' recourse. Just 'cause the Order is all tweeds and spectacles types doesn't mean we're all a bunch of gingers. People around you think you're a fuck-up, on your jack or not, don't expect to see another moon. Call it barbarism if you like, I call it fuckin' reality.
Fuck it. I'm gonna outlive all these stupid cunts, anyway.
Everyone's got some kind of fucking angle, which doesn't surprise me, but the fact they've all turned so damned bloodthirsty doesn't make any sense. Rabbit everywhere. Can't find anyone usin' their loaf at all. Can't say who's bein' more of a charlie, either.
The brass tacks are pretty clear, though. The Dutch, the Mick, the Chink, and whoever else they had on hand took a whack at a city official on our turf. Maybe with Kenny's ok, maybe not. My guess is with only 'cause I figure we woulda heard otherwise by now. But who knows? Mayor of New Orleans didn't seem to announce anything 'bout all the brown bread he had over the weekend. One Elvis'd pimp, one wraithed diabolist, and a few others only got whispers about 'em. Good matches all around, I hear. The pimp died after one to the face. The dibby went dust after two scratches and a bullet, but not in that order. Freddy made it out clean on that one; repaid the Mayor's respect, but the other Dragons won't shut the fuck up about it, now. None of 'em seem to get it: might makes right and the dead got no fuckin' recourse. Just 'cause the Order is all tweeds and spectacles types doesn't mean we're all a bunch of gingers. People around you think you're a fuck-up, on your jack or not, don't expect to see another moon. Call it barbarism if you like, I call it fuckin' reality.
Fuck it. I'm gonna outlive all these stupid cunts, anyway.