Bastards


Yesterday I went into town to buy a nice new coat. I found the perfect coat in one of the myriad second hand boutiques for roughly 500kc. It was a brown leather half-length overcoat with a big collar and hell I liked it. And it was warm too.

Trouble is, at the Blind Eye last night some FUCK stole it straight from our booth. Fate eh? Nothing ever gets stolen from the bar - and if you do leave something, Noah will most likely have it safely stored in his office for you to pick up the next day. Trouble is, even though I really liked my new fucking coat, the fact that I had a fair chunk of my rent money in the pocket really burns my britches. Rent's due this Friday.

So one large slivovice shot later and I was ready to kill. But instead I went home and molested a potplant.