Coke The cola.

Sometimes when I am rewiring the cabling to steal television from Lash I will see Vyper attempting to break into his apartment. Depending on my mood I will offer her my key (Lash gave it to me when I agreed to watch his house plants over the long weekend last month.) (I let them die on purpose.)

I got Graves in the divorce with Haze.

Lash called my hat a dinner plate this morning.

Holliday complimented my hat today.

I am not a "jobless bum" MINA HA.
I am an architect chiseling out the shape of the world to come, the world I will shape with my own hands. I do not have the time nor the want to engage in wage slavery.

Sometimes I blow up peoples porch lights just for fun. Just because I can.

Mo and Krill keep asking me for rent as if I have not explained, at least forty times, that I do not care, that they are blood sucking parasites, and that there is a kindly fellow in China with interesting ideas of what to do with rent seeking scum like them.

Lash called me "Night Light" this morning.
I responded calmly. I told him I was not happy with the insult, and that I do not appreciate the willing refusal to use my chosen name.
He apologized.

Then I overtuned the battery in his car so it would explode the next time he gets in it.

Mina told me today that my fit was "Hobo-core" and I resent that even if I cannot argue with her assessment.

Some small minded individuals would call me a "Domestic Terrorist" and a "Menace to society" and a "Seven get out of my office I am not showing you this book, you freak!"

I however, believe I am simply a fascinating individual.

If anyone asks: No, I did NOT eat all of the pop-tarts in the hideout and no those are NOT pop-tart crumbs on the coils of my hat.

Sticking my fingers in electrical sockets just to feel something.

Maurice and Krilliam gave me some Grass that's got me a little bit fucked up.