Sorry for the delay guys.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own black lagoon.
Entry 3
So things are going fine so far. No big jobs or busy days. Bao didn't seem to know anything about the sign I mentioned before. I would have shot him for the lie but a girl needs her drinks right? Which isn't really going too well since Rock's still being pissy. He's no fun at all. And that's why I've been drinking at the flag all alone. Wonder when he'll snap out of it. Cheh….pansy.
Besides all that I gave into my poker playing urges again and lost 30 grand to that bitch Eda. That nun is gonna get hers one day. I swear on cutlasses she will. So I've just got 3 grand left from my last pay and there's no way Dutch is gonna let me borrow any from him. Also with no jobs for a long time there's no payment in the near future….my life sucks ass.
And that's why I'm sitting on my bed, filling out a journal with a cutlass by my side…okay so that's not why I have my cutlass with me….but I know something fishy is going on around here…literally fishy. My apartment smells like stale fish and there's some weird scratching noises every night…I hate fish. Anyway moving on…I met Chang yesterday. He invited me over for a couple of drinks, weird I know…but he seemed to be in a good mood and I never turn down free booze….and he has some seriously good shit stashed up. So we chatted 'bout some old stuff and shit and he asked me if I needed any help with Rock…I get the feeling he doesn't like our favorite idiot. Anyway then he went on and on about how he'd like to spend some extra time with me, something about how he'd missed my childhood….cause he's my dad and all….yeah that was an awkward moment. And ya'know how he's this psycho killer and stuff…I stood no chance dad or no dad….so I like a smart person swallowed my shock (anger) and joked about how that'd make Laika my step mum. Ya'know…just a thousand times worse…so I kinda stopped with the drinking and left…how he could laugh when I slammed the door shut is beyond me and at that moment I truly hated him. When I got home I remembered my dad was a dentist….that's right….a fucking dentist. I remember 'cause I wanted to be one…all those candies. Oooh yeah that glasses wearing asshole is going down…fucking hate April 1st. Sigh...fuck my life.
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