on gaps of memory, chapter 37
alright, i said i wouldn't update this anymore, but this bears a certain amount of merit:
if someone can explain why i wake up saturdays with bloodstains and more money than i left with friday night
(or, for that matter, harkening back to that strange night in montreal, just the extra money...)
i owe you one, in some form. i'm guessing it's more benign than it seems, but there are obvious questions when you wake up bloodied and have more money than you left with, more money than banking records can account for.
i don't have a problem with doing unsavoury things....
...i'd just like to know what the hell they were. i have a few guesses, but it bothers me.
please, explain.
and, hell, if you're someone in a position to, please advise.
i'm not that guy, am i? i'm nobody's triggerman, but this doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense.
if someone can explain why i wake up saturdays with bloodstains and more money than i left with friday night
(or, for that matter, harkening back to that strange night in montreal, just the extra money...)
i owe you one, in some form. i'm guessing it's more benign than it seems, but there are obvious questions when you wake up bloodied and have more money than you left with, more money than banking records can account for.
i don't have a problem with doing unsavoury things....
...i'd just like to know what the hell they were. i have a few guesses, but it bothers me.
please, explain.
and, hell, if you're someone in a position to, please advise.
i'm not that guy, am i? i'm nobody's triggerman, but this doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense.