Mar 14, 2007 21:22
Three days into my new job and people have been consoling me/cheering for me.
Blanche said: "Eastern is okay. You'll be okay. A lot of famous people get killed in Eastern."
Blanche, who is now in ensconced in a high-tech office in Hong Kong, was referring to the Eastern Police District, my new territory. Raffy, the hepatitis-afflicted monkey, was also cheerfully blunt: "There's plenty of drugs there, K!" Don't worry, Raf. We'll build our own shabu lab. We JUST have to get rich!
Good bye, Trade. I'll just follow you in the news. Sometimes, I miss you. Especially, when I'm tired of pounding the pavement and when I feel that the summer heat is killing me. But you know, my eyes are on the prize, and it doesn't include you. So I'm going to put up with this. I'll be ticking off the days. What is a year, anyway?