Dear Reader,
This is your first and last warning. You had better NOT be reading this, since if you don't stop after this sentence I swear I'll hunt you down and kill you myself.……Well now that that's out of the way…that's right I'm keeping a journal. No, it's not a diary, a diary's where you write down all of your feelings and shit. Me? I'm just writing this so I can finally set my head on straight after every day in the goddamn circus. I can't hear myself THINK half the time with that stupid monkey and the lecherous water sprite going on with their damn rants. Not to mention the whole hoard of demons that keep on stalking us across what feels like the freaking globe. It seems like they always have to show up right when I finally get time to myself. That's just my luck isn't it…
Right so….anyway…I don't plan on writing about anything important, probably just what ever happens to come to my mind first. That way I won't have to think too hard about it. Why did it have to be reduced to this anyway? I don't write, simple as that. Unless I suppose, you count all of those goddamned reports I used to have to file out back at the temple. It was all bullshit too. Hours of my busy life, wasted. Hopefully this will at least be a bit more interesting than that…hopefully. But who can say, I've only written two paragraphs and all ready I'm running out of things to say. You probably need "creativity" for this sort of thing and I don't really feel like racking my brain any further to try and pull out any of that shit.
Maybe this was a bad idea after all. There's no way I'm going to be able to keep this up every day. We're on the road half the time anyway and writing in the jeep would be a real pain in the ass, especially with everyone looking over my shoulder. Oh wait they'd be too goddamn distracted making my life hell. I guess it couldn't hurt to give this a shot, I'm willing to try almost anything at this point, and I'm getting a little tired of target practice. Damn now that I mention it…I wouldn't be surprised at all if this suddenly went "missing" one day. Well I wouldn't write anything that important down anyway…but the thought of them going through my things is really pissing me off. Alright this is starting to get annoying, I'm taking this way too seriously. If it works to drown out the noise level, then hell yeah I'm going to be doing this more often. If not then…well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see…please let this work…
-Love,
Sanzo
P.S. If you've read up to here, then you're a dead man walking.