Max Guavara's memorial service was quiet. Max's cremated remains were scattered at the outskirts of the city. They didn't want her remains to be stolen by anyone from Manticore. Among those invited were Original Cindy, Kendra, Sketchy, Herbal Though, Normal, and Bling. Logan Cale was unable to attend the service. However, during the time of her service, Eyes Only ran several biting reports on drunk driving and bicycle casualties. His ending words, instead of Peace. Out. were Gotta Blaze.
Of course, Bling found Logan passed out in the living room after the services, so the broadcasts were obviously prerecorded. Logan's eyes were bloodshot and he could barely manage to stagger into the bedroom, even with Bling guiding him.
The week after her service, Logan barely moved from his bedroom. If he left at all, it was merely to go to the bathroom or to grab some bread and eat it. Bling came by several times and was unsuccessful in motivating Logan.
Original Cindy, however, was another matter. Her vivacious attitude was present almost as many times as Bling's.
"Look, Logan," she began fiercely on the seventh day, "we all bummed 'cuz our homegirl's dead. The difference between us and you is the fact we don't look like selfish slobs."
That shocked Logan enough to send him into the bathroom for the first shower he had seen in several days. Once more, the well groomed man entered the world of the living and somehow Logan learned to communicate with those around him.
Zack's visits after Max's death were something to be remembered. If one were reading an average account, one would at the moment hear the facts on how they reconciled their differences and became the best of friends. However, one is reading the truth and many times the truth is not what one would like. Both men outwardly blamed the other man and inwardly blamed himself.
In the four years that had passed since the death of Max Guavara, Eyes Only had become even more well known. At that time, it was being broadcast from the Western United States all the way across the country to the Southern States.
Logan Cale was walking with the help of several experimental surgeries. There was stiffness in his legs if he was to hard on himself physically. There were times when he would reach out reluctantly for a cane or a shoulder of a friend.
Original Cindy became one of his best friends. Since that seventh day, four years ago, she began coming to Logan's and helping him out with whatever she could. Which meant she put the b!tch in his broadcasts, which Logan was okay with. Sometimes, as Cindy put it, his broadcasts sounded like a grandfather explaining Algebra to his grandson. They needed to be interesting to keep the attention of the watcher.
His life was almost normal again. He saved widows and small children. The only noticeable difference of the wording in his reports -- the attitude phasing had been done slowly -- was his continuing usage of Gotta Blaze.
Of course, Bling found Logan passed out in the living room after the services, so the broadcasts were obviously prerecorded. Logan's eyes were bloodshot and he could barely manage to stagger into the bedroom, even with Bling guiding him.
The week after her service, Logan barely moved from his bedroom. If he left at all, it was merely to go to the bathroom or to grab some bread and eat it. Bling came by several times and was unsuccessful in motivating Logan.
Original Cindy, however, was another matter. Her vivacious attitude was present almost as many times as Bling's.
"Look, Logan," she began fiercely on the seventh day, "we all bummed 'cuz our homegirl's dead. The difference between us and you is the fact we don't look like selfish slobs."
That shocked Logan enough to send him into the bathroom for the first shower he had seen in several days. Once more, the well groomed man entered the world of the living and somehow Logan learned to communicate with those around him.
Zack's visits after Max's death were something to be remembered. If one were reading an average account, one would at the moment hear the facts on how they reconciled their differences and became the best of friends. However, one is reading the truth and many times the truth is not what one would like. Both men outwardly blamed the other man and inwardly blamed himself.
In the four years that had passed since the death of Max Guavara, Eyes Only had become even more well known. At that time, it was being broadcast from the Western United States all the way across the country to the Southern States.
Logan Cale was walking with the help of several experimental surgeries. There was stiffness in his legs if he was to hard on himself physically. There were times when he would reach out reluctantly for a cane or a shoulder of a friend.
Original Cindy became one of his best friends. Since that seventh day, four years ago, she began coming to Logan's and helping him out with whatever she could. Which meant she put the b!tch in his broadcasts, which Logan was okay with. Sometimes, as Cindy put it, his broadcasts sounded like a grandfather explaining Algebra to his grandson. They needed to be interesting to keep the attention of the watcher.
His life was almost normal again. He saved widows and small children. The only noticeable difference of the wording in his reports -- the attitude phasing had been done slowly -- was his continuing usage of Gotta Blaze.
