So I got Jeane back -- and I mean the sweet one. Cute kitten, purrs like a dream, and a real cuddle-bug. I haven't had any real family for years until I got her and far as I say it, that notion hasn't changed.
But hey, when I got the kitten back in my hands and her nuzzles of love, it makes a guy think a little more than he cares to about life:
What's the point of being here? What's an assassin to do without dough or even death to rely on?
Did Henry have an important role other than being yet another last minute twist to the whole freakin' game?
Well, sometimes, life doesn't have these answers. You just go with the blows, roll with the thunder, and swim with the tide. And really, who cares about anything except livin' your dream? Better than livin' a nightmare.
I got what I wanted, I've lived my dream -- but I ain't found that shiny paradise yet.
How's about you?
Oh yeah. Harry Mason won the poll.
Damn it! Don't you know that I'm gonna be in debt with Bad Girl now?! Fuck you all.
Not that I have any idea what I'm gonna pay her with, and it isn't gonna be my life.
Hey. Jeane. Where you at?