Sent something to
Jailbait to apologize for being a bastard.
They don't make cards that say "I'm a bad, dead, evil lawyer." You'd think in LA there'd be a market for that sort of thing.
Haven't so much apologized yet to
Eve. Somehow begging for forgiveness in online journal didn't seem to cut it.
They don't make "I'm a bad dead boyfriend" cards either. Really people, this is LA. You have any idea just how many dead boyfriends there are running around this city at any given time?
Really ought to go see her. Bring her something. Much as I hate admitting to being wrong, it really wasn't her fault.
Or so she says...
I'm gonna have to go back in to the Hyperion one of these days too. Won't that be a riot. I'll get to run into
the bastard that slept with my girlfriend,
the demon he hired to kill me,
evil incarnate in a suit and
his pregnant mistress...somehow I think I'll avoid the place a little while longer. Not like I've got any pressing business over there. Not right now, anyway.