Ok, so I didn't update for a month. Not like anyone knew the difference.
It's an odd feeling, not being right in the middle of Wolfram & Hart goings-on anymore. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it still gets to me once in a while. Mostly it's a good thing, not fearing for my life all the time. But once in a while I get bored and almost miss it.
And man...that thing with Number 5. I remember him from when I was in the mailroom. Back with Brad, before he got chopped up for
spare parts. Who knew he used to be a wrestling superhero. Only in LA...only in LA. I always just thought he was a crazy old man in a mask. Wish I'd seen him toss
SoulBoy through that window...would've made my day week month.
Supposed to go out for drinks with
Abrams. I'm not playing pool with him again. My wallet can't take it. Not that I'm saying he'd win, mind. Just that it's a possibility and I'd rather still have cash come morning. Just gonna compare war wounds, drink some cheap beer...the usual.