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Sleep.
My kingdom for 6 hours of restful, quiet sleep. It's a rarity in prison at the best of times, for the most normal of inmates. For someone who can hear a car horn honk 6 blocks away like he was under the damned hood, it's not likely to happen at all.
There are amusements, even in here. Wilson's going half-crazy. Someone's dismantling his operations with ruthless, brutal efficiency. Which earns me at least one reason to smile every morning.
It can't be blamed on Daredevil. Of course, that's not just because I'm in here. Every courier, every legbreaker, every number-running beancounter...they're all winding up dead.
I suppose I should mourn them.
I just can't seem to make myself do it.
It's interesting, really.
My kingdom for 6 hours of restful, quiet sleep. It's a rarity in prison at the best of times, for the most normal of inmates. For someone who can hear a car horn honk 6 blocks away like he was under the damned hood, it's not likely to happen at all.
There are amusements, even in here. Wilson's going half-crazy. Someone's dismantling his operations with ruthless, brutal efficiency. Which earns me at least one reason to smile every morning.
It can't be blamed on Daredevil. Of course, that's not just because I'm in here. Every courier, every legbreaker, every number-running beancounter...they're all winding up dead.
I suppose I should mourn them.
I just can't seem to make myself do it.
It's interesting, really.