This is all just one big, long damn hallucination, isn't it? Blah blah blah, stealing hearts, blah blah, murder. Goddamn, if I could get over the sick feeling in my stomach over the triteness of it all, I'd make this a damn good book.
At least His Highness Seguchi Touma isn't here to piss me off even more.
Sometimes I wonder if those dumbasses back in Japan are all having heart attacks. Maybe my old man finally hit the can. Though he's already as old as a fossil and still not dead yet. Hn.
Someone point me out to the best bar in this dump.