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Father Peter Kemp

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Private [09 May 2007|05:10pm]
[ mood | OH GOD ]

Sure, Paul, I'll go see a pimp with no teeth who will tell me where to find this prostitute so I can warn her that she's being followed so that I can deliver her money to the person who is organising crime on Dywer Street myself and hope he doesn't try to kill me. No no, don't worry, I'll be FINE. Dywer Street isn't a cesspool of crime and villiany or anything like that at all.

I hope you can't catch syphilis by inhalation.

Thomas, you'd better not be laughing at me up there! I don't even know what to say to a pimp! Hey, got any whores? He's going to be able to tell I've never done this before I even open my mouth.

This is a supremely bad idea.

Confess to Me

To Those in the Know [09 May 2007|10:14pm]
[ mood | intimidated ]

If anyone needs me, I'll be taking a bath in disinfectant. I just went to Dwyer Street to help Paul out. And before any of you ask how going to Dwyer Street could help Paul out, I was keeping a friend of his out of danger. By delivering someone else's protection money to the thugs of crime lords. And I had to talk to a pimp!! And he scammed me out of seventy pounds too. I hope he uses it to buy teeth.

I'm just bitter because I swear I'm going to catch some horrible disease. I hate that horrible place. I don't want to touch my baby with Dwyer Street hands. But I'm safe and everything. I didn't get crime lorded or anything like that. And I think I'd rather like to hide here for days and days now.

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