April

April 05: I had another panic attack yesterday morning, after calming down I decided to go outside and walk for a while. Many years ago I used to smoke cigarettes, and I stopped smoking because I saw on television how a woman had black and disgusting lungs. Anyway, I decided to buy a pack to ease my anxiety. My eyes are bulging from reading records and documents over and over again with the fucking dim light of a cheap bulb.

April 14: Today I went to buy my medicine for schizophrenia, I feel calmer, but I haven't eaten anything all day and the pills fell like hot coals in my stomach.

April 15: Today is Astatine's birthday, I bought a bottle of cheap vodka at the supermarket and I started listening to the CD that Astatine gave me before going to war for the first time, I got very drunk thinking about you darling. Happy birthday astatine.

April 25: Today

April 25

I have been trying to contact a friend from Baja California for several weeks. When we were younger, the guy started a system to evade taxes that he sold to giant companies and became a billionaire in a couple of years. The guy was a fan of showbiz shows and shitty movies that sell millions in theaters. The guy knows every son of a bitch in the industry, from Johnny Depp to Iggy Pop. Despite being a materialistic, arrogant bastard who shoots in the air to look macho without knowing how to shoot a gun, the guy always treated me very well. and I'm sure you can get me the contact of one of my target suspects. The asshole is a radio host and the supposed owner of the majority of radio stations in Mexico and the US. I found out about his profile thanks to another of my informants, one of the officers in my area when I was an aspiring marine, the guy is dedicated to searching vehicles that pass through the edges of the city (and sometimes stealing them) thanks to some witnesses. a party that Astatine attended several hours before disappearing and part of the documents that were on the hard drive, I have a rough idea of ​​the coordinates where Astatine disappeared. The guy told me about several polarized vehicles with license plates belonging to a large radio station. I have my doubts because after investigating I realized that the time the vehicles appeared is the same time and route they take when they carry sound equipment from one facility to another, and apart from that these vehicles are provided to belong to their workers. and be able to provide easy movement from one side to the other, making the work more dynamic. However, after creating a profile on the radio guy, I noticed several anomalies in his routine. The guy moves from one place to another in less than 3 hours, and I can't find his name or photo of him in any record of anything, not even a fucking ID or a birth certificate. This must have some reason. So I'm sure that if I regain contact with my old friend from Baja California, the guy can set me up with a work appointment with the radio guy, and maybe he can tell me his name and some other valuable information. I don't care if I have to die to put an end to Astatine's murderer, things aren't GOINANG TO SSTAY LIKETHIS,IMGonlKIOLLYOU SJHITFUCK YOU FUCKING MOTHER.fuckerIJOPIJPPIJPIJFAS