I was born 'n raised in The Boo~oo~oondocks

[[OOC Entry pending when all is sorted out]]

[the handwriting is big & scrawly; visibly frustrated; hiatus-excuse is ten-approved!]
I officially need a tracking device on this damn thing. I looked all over my place for the stupid book and then remembered, Oh yeah. There was that time a few days ago when I tried to go Scavenging all by my dumb self. MAYBE THAT WAS HOW I LOST IT!

So you go figure, took me a helluva long time to find that thing again because I'm sorry but I kinda wanted the old thing back. Sentimental kinda guy, that's me. I coulda gone & asked for a new one, I know, but I also didn't think I'd lost the damn thing for good either.

One good thing I guess. Found a kinda cool looking gun nearby where my journal was. I say cool-looking cuz it was all tiny and stuff, but had this real detailed design on it - one half of the circle was white and another half was black, but it wasn't like... completely half and half, it was sort of tear-shaped I guess? Rain-drop shaped? Hell if I know, looked cool and felt familiar so I figured why not? It's junk anyway, righ

GODDAMNIT!
I need some more cigarettes.

[[OOC: Apparently this means there's a bullet hole through EVERYONE'S journals now. WHOOPS. This means a few words here and there in the center of older pages are... missing now. I'M SORRY!! ;~; ]]