I'm meting all kinds of cool people who live in the little box in Kim's car. There certainly are a lot of people inm there. All of them are angry at me, which iseems reasonable based on my keen piggy snout's deducation abilitie.

I have lost my gun. This seems bad. the poor tavern wench I was terrorizing clearly mentioned I had a gun, and now I do not. The necktie says this is not bad. I trust the necktie. The necktie is my friend, like Kim. the necktie is my third party member.

The officver is describving his genitalia in exaggerated terms.

I survived the radio call to the police. I did not die.

Shit. There are scabs. Scabs? I was not able to gaze in to tommies soul. O jave discovered a book store. I am dumb as hell, which is natural for cops. I am not certain I can actually read.

I thinkI intuited something about the bookseller girl.

There is something in the water. I will investigatge. I haVE DISCOVERED, I believe, a sea fort

I see... a bag. profit... awaits? I threw the ball. Also, communards did something cool here back in the day. I threw the ball in to the water, btw. I don;'t think I was supposed to do that. Suicide sex cult propaganda and mad anarchist women with shrapnel bombs. Cool shit

The beachhead! Amphianaisisisi! I met an old fascisti. Oh worse a monarchist

Trying to punch a kid. Lost.