Another lost week, it's becoming a pattern. The wheel keeps turning, and I don't even notice. It's a vicious circle, and it will never end ( Read more... )

Strange memories on this tired night in the city. It's been a long-ass time. Has it been months? Maybe a year? It seems like a life time of watching people come and go. Starting shit and ending it. Or sometimes just ending up wasted somewhere I'm not familiar with ( Read more... )

[Video. Duke adjusts the camera, he's holding his good-old tape recorder.]Jesus Christ. It's been a long time ( Read more... )

With all of these fucking lunatics running around it's easy to forget that a poor, innocent Doctor of Journalism is still rotting in fucking prison. Let me also remind you I have yet to get a fucking lawyer in here let alone a trial date. Now this is the longest I've been sober for years... and I'm thinking that once I am fucking out of here I ( Read more... )

Well, this is it, damnit. The pigs finally fucking got me. I'm sitting here in prison, sharing a cell with an eight-hundred pound psychopath, waiting for a fucking useless attorney to get me out of this mess. Meanwhile, some crazed asshole in the cell across from me has been playing with his balls for the past three hours.

I need a fucking lawyer ( Read more... )

Is all of the excitement over, yet? Good. I couldn't take another fucking minute of it. I'm winding down now, emptying another bottle of Wild Turkey. I might smoke a bit later, too. Seeing as we're counting down the hours until departure ( Read more... )

[A video post. It appears the feed was left on some time as if someone set it up before leaving. Duke is passed out in his convertible, covered in various drug paraphernalia and polaroid pictures. In Duke's lap is his voice recorder. He wakes up quickly, looking around him as if he's expecting something dangerous to be behind him. He relaxes ( Read more... )

In case you haven't fucking heard: Tank and I are still stuck in the desert.Of all fuck-awful places to be. I don't even remember how we got here. It's like we were given rophenol or something. All I know is what Tank keeps saying... Somehow we were eaten, by Barney, of all fucking people. I feel like Franz Kafka, because there's no way I could ( Read more... )

[A video post. The camera is obviously being held by someone... you can't tell who, but it's Tank. On the screen shows Raoul Duke sitting next to a goat. The goat, standing there in typical goat fashion, does not even acknowledge Duke through the entire video.]Good evening, city. I am sitting here today with Lord Albert Renigald Brooks, who has a ( Read more... )

Good evening, city. I need you all to help explain something for me. I've acquired all of the information I can, and I've been rolling it over and over in my head since the weekend. It just doesn't make senseSo here we are in the "city". Many of us have been here for some time. Me, personally, about 5 months or so. I didn't really think it through ( Read more... )