Rorschach's NOT Diary, a Journal
February 3, 1974
Stayed up all night. To excited. Big heist tonight at the National Wayne Bank. Not Letting Nite Owl in on this one. Opened a sugar packet. Thinking of what I could do for tonight. Sat on the
couch. Bad idea. Fell through the floor into the 9th floor OOF 8th floor OOF 7th fl-- OOF 6th – 5th – 4th – 3rd – 2nd-- …..1st floor. Apologized for the mess. Manager was cringing in the corner
crying, pointing a gun in his mouth. He didn't even bother to reply. How rude. Ought to punish him when get back. Walked along the night. Knew that it would be a while before those punks
tried to pull off this heist. Walked into a store. Picked up a roll of downy... Wha-- What is this feeling? I-I'm in love... with a roll of paper towels. It's so DOWNEY SOFT!! It makes me feel normal
for once. I'll never go back! Never!!... What the hell just happened? Make sure it doesn't happen again........... Good-by, Downey.
Walked to the bank. Went inside. Decided to wait. Whatever took those punks so long to get here had better be good. Was growing impatient. Almost left but then noticed some punks walking
in. It was them. Right before they had time to whip out their guns, ran up and knocked them to the floor. Looked in their bags... No guns. Suddenly, the vault blew open to reveal the actual
perpetrators. They drove off and I followed them. Shot a grappling hook at the car and kept up as fast as I could. Grip was loosening on my journal. Can't hold on for-----
(It is assumed that Walter had lost his Journal at this point because his next entry was 2 months later. Although we do not know what happened in this time period, it is assumed that he went into a deep depression and worked kids shows like the Electric Company.)