Can't sit around this damn hotel room forever, feelin' sorry for myself. Hell, that's Angel's gig, anyway. Can't go stealin' that, too.

Had to get out last night. Even if it was just drivin' around, just gotta start doin' again. Get my mind of the shit I done put myself into ( Read more... )

Headed to Caritas the other night to meet English. Guess I got the night wrong, 'cause he never showed. Lorne said he never seen him, either ( Read more... )

Got word to meet Wes tonight at Caritas.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised English found me. Dude got more brains in his left pinky than most folks got swimmin' in their skulls. 'Sides, if Lilah Morgan could find me, I guess I didn't exactly disappear ( Read more... )

Don't know what to do, man.

Been sittin' here in this shit-ass hotel room in Burbank since Angel told me to get the hell outta Dodge. Called for pizza two days straight, then finally figured I needed more variety. They got a vending machine down the hall. Mm-mm good, right.

I half-expected Wes or Cordy to track me down. Hell, even Fred. rack ( Read more... )

( It's over. )

Angel knows.

He knows about me an' Faith.

He ain't stupid. He gotta know something up. He's a fuckin' vampire with mad detective skillz. He ain't stupid.

And Faith's gettin' more and more with the "hey, think we'd get caught here?" 'tude. Last night? In my fuckin' truck, man. Right out front, where Angel or Wes or anybody coulda walked ( Read more... )

Ain't been able to stand bein' in the same room as Angel the past few days. Hell, ain't even been able to look him in the eye, on account of what happened with Faith.

I don't know what to do, man. Angel's my friend. We been through Hell and back together ( Read more... )

( I think I done fucked up, man. )

Just got back in. Got a call last night about a kid got kidnapped in North Hollywood by somethin' the parents couldn't describe but could tell wasn't human. That made it our kinda job ( Read more... )

Last night we got a call about somethin' goin' down on Sunset in Hollywood. Nobody else around, I figure I can handle it myself. Gotta stretch my legs, anyway.

I so gotta stop doin' that.

Turns out the mess was out by the Viper Room. You know, Johnny Depp's place? So I get there -- have to park about ten blocks away, since parking is such a ( Read more... )