Sometimes I feel as though my entire life is just waiting between the clippings of my finger nails.
The wigger was arrested today. i turned him into the police over coffee at a downtown Oakland bar. The cops came at 9 AM this morning and took him away. The bastard's car is gone too. I hope they don't tell him who turned him in, and who I am. If they do, I could be in severe trouble. But I doubt he'll make bail. Besides, V just ordered a new .357, and HanPan has been practicing his kung fu.
After a drunken rampage on Thursday night, I sprained my ankle, stumbled all over Telegraph, and made a complete ass of myself in the building. Fortunately, I was fine when I left At Seventeenth's. It was Ms. Kim that dealt the death blow. As ever it was. Van Kleef did get the night rolling, however, with his reputable bottle of tequilla.
Today was spent healing the ankle with extensive exploration of a dump, full of hidden treasures and pieces of art. We ate lunch there. i