... No, I don't think he will. But that's fine. I just want him and the kids to be safe, and I'm happy. I don't need him to say it.

... What do you mean? — It doesn't matter, anyway. I'm done talking to you about him. I gotta go.

I'm so fucking tired.

It's all I want. Fuck.

Yeah. Yeah, it's great. So good.

... I can't right now. Sorry.

Just got sent this by one of the kids.

whiskey!

Some delirious guy in a gold cape came up to me in the bar to tell me he knows who he is. Hope he's okay but I was real scared for a moment.

... Forgot how sad some kids get.

Gonna be holding some more parties for the kids. I think they need it right now.

eddie walks around to sit beside him, a mug of coffee in one hand and a blanket hanging off of the other. after placing the mug down beside him and sitting down, eddie drapes the blanket over his sleeping friend. he smiles.

New year, new fucking me.

Don't I know it. Cheers.

Hopin' for better things. Better drinks, at least.

Quiet'd be nice. Quieter. Less weird occurances. No more creepy bullshit.

Can hope for less. Ain't like I can just uproot and get out of here.

... Dunno. Sentimentality? Responsibility? Some fucked up curse? I pick myself up, get outta here for a bit and end up right back here by the time I start feelin' free. Money for it s'about the only thing I got.

... I ain't grown attached. I mean, maybe a bit. The kids in Hatchetfield are real important to me, and I s'pose I got some friends. But I'm not one to stay rooted in one place. The fact that I am ain't normal.

I ain't changed one bit. I ain't one to believe in curses myself, but this don't feel right to me. I'll take my responsibility for the kids, though. I don't trust anyone in my job to keep 'em safe without my watch.