Glance 296

[venomouselle]

I've always had my reasons for doing as I do. Always. I find myself in a transitional stage that's not just a fork in the road. I have my Hattori Hanzo sword. I'm my own boss. As far as the City goes, I'm kept. No Budd. That's it. I can do whatever the hell I want.

For the first time in sometime, I can't think of what. Coke, sex, ammo...it's all so attainable.

Now what, huh?

One of the fish died. Shit.