Post by olliequeen on Jul 22, 2007 5:11:35 GMT
Well, assuming you, kind reader, haven't discovered the three previous volumes, I've got some explaining to do. And if you have, well Jesus Christ, catch up with me, I could use some steady company. Pick me up some American Spirits, I'll sell my soul to you. Better yet, are they still printing Astonishing X-Men? Is Joss Whedon still writing? Which I guess is another way of saying, is Joss Whedon still alive?
My name's Oliver Marcus Queen, I'm from Collingswood, New Jersey, I'm still not used to carrying a gun even though I've been doing it every day for the past year. I miss my mom, never thought I'd be writing that.. it's getting cold, and today by my best reckoning (and it's pretty inexact) is July 23rd. I'm twenty one today.
I went into a police station yesterday (Sweatman? Is that near where you are, stranger? Is that chick with the thunder thighs still there? I nicknamed her Clydesdale in my head. Man, I'm bad. I hope this isn't you, Clydesdale. If it is, sorry. I'm keeping it real) and found a fresh change of clothes, but surprise surprise, they only had uniforms, so I guess I'm a cop now. No badge, though (drawer full of them.. weird), I didn't want to push it. Everyone there seemed affiliated in some way, not very talkative. I traded a newspaper I've been carrying around for a week for a pack of Camels. It's funny, but the supply crates they dropped had food, water, ammo, everything.. no cigarettes. I know I'm not the only guy who smokes in this city. It's been so long since I've had one (three weeks, two and a half days) that I've been trying to ration them out. I've gone through two, one to wake up this morning, one before bed last night. I find myself saving the filters, god knows why. I'm saving everything, now. Maybe there'll be a use for them someday. I don't think that, I just feel it. Am I making sense? I'm getting a cramp in my hand.
I'm in a subway car now. I don't know where I'm gonna leave this in advance, but right now I'm in the subway. There was a zack in here when I came in. Just standing, staring out the window. I shot him in the head and tossed the body out the car. I closed the doors with my hands, it took a fucking ton of effort. Let's hope it's not so hard to get out, but in the mean time, no zs will be climbing in while I snuggle up on this fiercely uncomfortable plastic floor.
Listen, I'm gonna write more of these. I've got paper. I've got a good supply of pens. If you're reading this, I wish I could give you sage advice. I wish I could leave some cigs for you (but I need them, trust me). You know what King Edward said when his son asked him for a life lesson? "Piss when you can." Yeah, man. That's all I got.
Look out for me.
Ollie.
My name's Oliver Marcus Queen, I'm from Collingswood, New Jersey, I'm still not used to carrying a gun even though I've been doing it every day for the past year. I miss my mom, never thought I'd be writing that.. it's getting cold, and today by my best reckoning (and it's pretty inexact) is July 23rd. I'm twenty one today.
I went into a police station yesterday (Sweatman? Is that near where you are, stranger? Is that chick with the thunder thighs still there? I nicknamed her Clydesdale in my head. Man, I'm bad. I hope this isn't you, Clydesdale. If it is, sorry. I'm keeping it real) and found a fresh change of clothes, but surprise surprise, they only had uniforms, so I guess I'm a cop now. No badge, though (drawer full of them.. weird), I didn't want to push it. Everyone there seemed affiliated in some way, not very talkative. I traded a newspaper I've been carrying around for a week for a pack of Camels. It's funny, but the supply crates they dropped had food, water, ammo, everything.. no cigarettes. I know I'm not the only guy who smokes in this city. It's been so long since I've had one (three weeks, two and a half days) that I've been trying to ration them out. I've gone through two, one to wake up this morning, one before bed last night. I find myself saving the filters, god knows why. I'm saving everything, now. Maybe there'll be a use for them someday. I don't think that, I just feel it. Am I making sense? I'm getting a cramp in my hand.
I'm in a subway car now. I don't know where I'm gonna leave this in advance, but right now I'm in the subway. There was a zack in here when I came in. Just standing, staring out the window. I shot him in the head and tossed the body out the car. I closed the doors with my hands, it took a fucking ton of effort. Let's hope it's not so hard to get out, but in the mean time, no zs will be climbing in while I snuggle up on this fiercely uncomfortable plastic floor.
Listen, I'm gonna write more of these. I've got paper. I've got a good supply of pens. If you're reading this, I wish I could give you sage advice. I wish I could leave some cigs for you (but I need them, trust me). You know what King Edward said when his son asked him for a life lesson? "Piss when you can." Yeah, man. That's all I got.
Look out for me.
Ollie.