Picture's gone. Damn. You should be able to see a far-too-cleanshaven guy with a pipe.
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[Editor's Note: records of the intervening hours are being decrypted with great difficulty due to being nearly illegibleAlmost completely consumed in a small-scale booze fire at my apartment.. I apologize for the inconvenience.]
Television. The Less than Entirely Clever Brotherhood is preaching the gospel of anti-tautness. I'm laughing at something other than the ridiculous improbability of my situation. It's very cold now.
[...]This space reserved for the sound of a gun firing.
My current survival is less likely than winning second place in the lottery, less likely than being crushed to death by a vending machine, less likely than dying in a terrorist attack.
After the next hour I will end it. One way or another. It will end.