Sunday, April 1, 2012. The morning of her death, she met with Spencer Fitzgerald. As the two had previously arranged. Spencer brought some herbs that were allegedly for healing her arm but were maybe just some homeopathic bullshit or a complete lie. The squad following her fl.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Sounds of gunshots followed by yelling in the background, unable to pick up words. heavy breathing and footsteps pounding against wet pavement. loud crash and more gunshots before what is presumably a door being shut and locked followed by several minutes of white noise interspersed with garbled unintelligible sounds. Those motherfuckers herded me into a dead-end.

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Sunday, 30 September 2012. Things must be done decently and in order. This is the last post that I will ever write. The last few months of my silence have been built on the principle of Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur,. I suppose, however, this will have to be enough. What did Moriarty have aside from a drug that made you stronger, faster, sharper, and more bloodthirsty.

Sunday, February 26, 2012. What day is it? Saturday, December 10, 2011. I guess October, uh, already told you what happened. I felt helpless, I uh. The last list update I had October put up. Thursday, December 8, 2011. He really needs to learn to take care of himself.