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Dead Drop: May 2009
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Friday, May 29, 2009. DRUNK ENOUGH TO TALK. It’s her fault, too. Didn’t tell her that. But if she was the one who powered them to the top, how did she let him fuck it up? I won’t make that mistake. When I’ve got my payoff from this bullshit, I won’t let it slide out of control. Hold your money tight. That’s what my dad always said. She got lazy. I don’t get it. Maybe when I get a ton of money it’ll make sense. After all she’s given him? This guy is an idiot. It’s like he wanted to get caught...Or I mi...
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Dead Drop: July 2009
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Friday, July 31, 2009. THIS GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME HAS NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. Look at me, sitting in a coffee shop instead of on top of it. I’m writing this, drinking a cup of coffee like a regular human being. No one would think that I’m about to meet with a guy who tried to kill me. In case they get hit on the head and have amnesia? Some fucking soap opera? I hit Mrs. Nerd on the head with my phone call. 8220;What, what, what? Why did you call? 8220;The Nerd was never going to get his payoff. If I...
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Dead Drop: GUILT
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009. One block where she was vulnerable. That’s all it takes. I’ve said it before, girls got to be careful out there. Walking back from lunch, Jasmine was on her cell phone and wasn’t looking over her shoulder. I had found the Santa Monica address for her production company on the internet and followed her out the front door and watched her eat lunch from across the street. On her way back, I stepped up to her side and kept pace with her, talking low. 8220;Keep walking.”. After that, t...
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Dead Drop: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. I can’t call my dad. He’s getting rained on. No one else up north would accept a collect call. Not enough change for a long distance payphone. No friends here. That means I have to tell you. This blog is about getting killed. Might happen soon. You’re the only person I can tell. If you’re listening. But I don’t want to just disappear. When I do disappear, Trey’s doing it with style, his way, and all you’ll hear is my laughing. That’s the kind of thing that gets you killed. No one...
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Dead Drop: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Blood and steel and gunpowder. Don’t think I’ll ever get the smell off my body. Won’t ever forget what I saw. What I did. I got my hands dirty tonight. There’s still blood under my fingernails. Leaving flakes of it all over this keyboard. It was the meeting with Rodeo. The final payoff. I had the black bag and he was supposed to bring the money. I set it up so we would meet after midnight in the park over the bluffs. I had my backup, too. Only he didn’t know it yet. He stopped...
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Dead Drop: AVOCADOS
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009. 8220;You know, I liked you, you foreign fuck, until you tried to kill me.” I came on strong with Rodeo at the farmers’ market. 8220;You are a child. This is man’s business.”. We stood at a stall filled with avocados. Good looking crop. There were a few people shopping, but no one gave a shit about us. 8220;I’m man enough to deal straight. Not like you, asshole. This all started because you had to be a dick and fuck the whole thing up.”. 8220;Two fifty.”. 8220;Done.”. You’ll...
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Dead Drop: SEVEN IRON
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Friday, July 24, 2009. No one’s going to believe me now. Cops’ll shoot first and save the questions for my corpse. Tokyo, if you’re reading this, you got to know that everything I say is true. No reason to lie. I’m writing this from the roof of the coffee shop, poaching their wifi. You’ll never believe whose this is. Every fucking time I try to make things better, they get worse. How the fuck am I going to get my payoff and disappear with all this shit coming down? 8220;I know you didn’t.”. I ate the san...
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Dead Drop: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Ain’t easy typing when your hands are shaking. Don’t know how long I’ve been awake. Awake and running. Been running since Ballentine. Tired. Tired of running. Tired of people trying to put bullets in me. Thought it would be different with Rodeo. Thought he was a fucking business man. Guess he is—the kind of business man who wants it all for himself and doesn’t want to pay for it. Why is it that only the motherfuckers out there have guns? Almost got to see my dad for real in the af...
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Dead Drop: MY SECRET
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Friday, August 7, 2009. I couldn’t tell you. Anyone who’s reading this. Tokyo, or someone else. It was too important, too fragile a secret and I felt if I told anyone it would break in my hands. And then I’d be fucked. Don’t like keeping secrets from you, Tokyo. Early morning recon. Town was waking up and I was on the street, watching the delivery trucks and the lines at the coffee shops. I was hunting again and it felt good. There’s a real satisfaction in watching someone who doesnR...After I lost Si...
