029 - I?
Fucking give up. For serious. Dante was not cut out for this family bullshit.
I'm also thinking it's time to take a vacation. Somewhere far, far away from here. Like...I don't know, but somewhere. Somewhere warm and sunny and decidedly not creepy feeling. Especially since I received this LOVELY little gift pinned with a KNIFE through it on my desk. Thanks, whoever you are that as soon as I find you I'm going to gut you like a fucking fish. I didn't REALLY need to keep track of how much is in my bank account to make sure I could cover my bills. Not. At. All. Fucker.
I guess I should be more disturbed. You don't expect to find one of your contacts' heads with a knife shoved in it, inside a warded shop, now do you? No, I didn't think so. Methinks somebody's mad at me, oh noes. Gee, I wonder who? I've pissed off a lot of folks here recently. GEE PA I'M JUST LIKE YOU. Only decidedly better looking. And less British. And old.
Really, though, they're gonna have to do better than that to worry me. I never liked him much, to begin with, and it's a DAMN SHAME it wasn't ol' Enzo.
Meh. Note to self: Retrieve bleach.