( look here and die. )

Something.

Smells.

Different.

Very, very different.

I should've done this earlier.

OI. Yeah, you idiots in my wing. You want something from me, you leave a fucking message.

And fucking no one lays a fucking hand on Taichi.

Fucking last thing I need is a stinking body on my floor dead from a heart attack or murdered. I swear I'll kill you all.

Would you look at that? Months have passed.

That Hiroshi is a nice piece of ass and a lot of fun too. He knows where to be. Good thing I'm usually there too.

( Taichi. )

Bored again. See, when I write here, means I'm bored. B.O.R.E.D.

...not to good with the whole admitting business but Taichi. There. Taichi. Can't say much else. I can't remember his other name. Bah, I'm sure I scared him off good, anyway not that I wanted to. Wanted him to stay.

Wonder where that runt is now.

When in hell did I develop a fucking conscience?

Bloodyfuckinghell.

This is just dandy. Need to party tonight before I explode into a million bloody pieces all over the pavement.

Oho~ You lie. There is an art to being as hot as this.

Once before I screwed a entire town's worth of women and they had no idea.

I'm in New York City.

What does a man have to do to get a decent fuck around here?

What the...it's 2am and what am I fucking doing? I'm back at the flat.

But thanks for the good time, whatever your name was at the club...too bad you're dead. Adios, amigo. Pace requessat, etcetera.

Yo, why is the fridge empty?

Testing...testing...holy fuck.

Fucking electronic business.

God, speaking of which I'm need to get out. I need a smoke. I need someone to love me and cherish me...heck no, I need a fuck is what.

Gotcha.