I'm getting sick of this town. Ever since Mother went away Nipton has gone to hell. All I see is scum and now I see Father as that.

He sits at home all day drunks a bottle of whiskey, shots up some Jet and beats Lola. I cannot stand the violence anymore. He sits in his room yelling and punching walls and telling us we were never meant to be here. He berates us, calling us every name under the sun and we just sit there letting him get away with it. Sometimes I think he may be ill, maybe his addictions are getting the better of him.

"Oli...Oliver! Get your fucking ass down here now! You heard me you piece of shit get yourself here now!"

You hear that? That's him. Father always shouting and swearing.

I want to take Lola away from Father, to New Vegas. She deserves so much better than to be abused by some drugged up fuckpig. She's a smart girl you know... She once got attacked by a wild coyote, a before you know out comes a knife and the outcome was a slit throat. She can handle her own against anyone... But never our Father. She is scared of him, as am I. living in fear on a constant basis really takes it out on you. Life kinda sucks right now. I just sometimes wish Mother was here to see what Father has became, and I know full fact that she would set him straight. Mother is a lovely down to earth woman, but screw with her babies and it's like you evoked the murderous rage of a fucking bald eagle you will end up with your eyes gouged out with a rust switchblade. She always used to carry one around, as you never know when you will need one in Nipton.

Father just sent Lola out to get him some Jet, which he does on a regular basis. He stops using me after I punched him in the face. I'm not his little bitch. Never have been, never will be. Lola knows what to do, although I get really angry with her sometimes. I taught her all these cool knife tricks and she stills prattles around him. I wish she would just grow a backbone. Since that punch he has distanced himself from me. He just insults me and uses words to hurt me. But I have noticed he has something in his pocket recently so I really wanna keep my distance. I know my Fathers a worthless junkie... But to kill one of your own kids? I wouldn't think he could ever do that to us.

Although come to think of it Father has been mumbling about Caesar's Legion. He says how they are a "bunch of murderous, same-sex fucking queers". He doesn't have a clue about the world to be honest. I know that they are tribe, so to speak, and they are powerful. Determination of a warrior in every member. I kinda respect them you know? I mean they have confidence, bravery and are as reckless as anything. They also seem so free. I wouldn't want to join them however... I don't fancy killing people for power, or being some old fat mans servant, or for better words bitch. But I hear if you get to a high rank you get some pretty decent girls for wives.

"Dad, I'm back from the store. I couldn't find much food but that nice old lady gave us a basket of her homemade pies. I couldn't find the other stuff though..."

"Fine... I'll go get some from Rodriguez. I'll be back in 5...And don't you two fucking touch my bottle!"

Anyway I gotta get going. Father says he'll be back in 5... He means an hour. Looks like I need to ort some stuff out and I'll see if Lola is ok. How weird is this... I never knew having one of these voice recording things would be so good to be honest, I never was one for technology. Anyway I'm sure things will get better.

So I shall be the gentleman Mother always said to be and leave a polite bye... Even though your just a heap of metal...

Regards, Oli

Bye.

END OF TRANSMISSION 010301.