Okay so I just left the bar a few bits ago and I'm totally outta breath. The damn cab wouldn't stop when I hailed him, and he had nobody in the cab! Not to mention he WAS driving like 5 mph, and allada sudden, he floors it for what I thougt was no apparent reason.

About an hour ago I noticed this chick starin at me so just bein curious nevrything I buys her a drink. Said nothin else, just bought a drink and left the dame alone. I gets up and goes over to the mensroom and in the corner of my eye I coulda sworn she followed me, but turns out she just moved closer toward the direction I was going in and I was just bein paranoyed.

I had a good stiff buzz so I figured I'd grow some balls and talk to her, since she wasn't with anyone anyway. Allada sudden, she asks if I wanna go back to my place. I'M NOT SHITTIN YAS! I swear to the big guy in the toga she really did. So I was like, "Alright, sounds good."

Woodentcha know we step outside the bar and it's like Animal Planet. Dogs and rats and raccoons runnin everywhere and freakinout like you wouldent believe! I swear on my left testacal I aint shittin ya. So as you would guess, I thought, "Hmmm... the disease ridden, playge carrien, mangey ass street creatures don't like her, maybe it's best I don't bring her home.

I thought about it. I stopped on the sidewalk and we started smoochin. Hey, I said I had a buzz, you better believe I'm gonna live a little!

Soanywayse, I start rubbin her neck and were all worked up, and I noticed she had a tattoo. I stared at it while we were gettin crazy there, and it looked like some letters. She started sayin cmon lets go to your place so I straitened her coat for her (told u I'm a gentelman) and a piece of paper flew out from her sleeve.

Not her purse, not her pocket.

HER SLEEVE.

Okay so the liquor is tellin me, "So what she's a little kooky, she's nothin compared to that one that time where y--" at which point I sez to the booze to shut the hell up. I sez, I sez to her "hey, I didn't even get your name hon..." and right then her eyes widened like she just realized something big that totally changes our current status. Maybe it was me starin where her tatoo was Idonno.

Just then (yeah some reflexes, aye?) I see some guy standin in the alleyway and I gots this gut feelin he's been there a long time. He starts walkin toward me and I see he's got a friggin saturday night special! I sez to myself, "ahhh shit this mook is gonna blow my brains out onto the street and I didn't even get the chick's name." He had a really sick look in his face. I MEAN SICK. All pale like hed been pukin up dope or somethin. I took one last look at the girl, thought quick, and grabbed her arm to keep her outta harms way.

She pulled back. She knew that sonofabitch with the pea shooter, I swear. I took off runnin. The alcohol pretty much burned up like fuel and I sobered up quicker than a hippie gettin a traffic ticket.

I get back to my place and theres a piece of paper stuck to my shoe. Don't ask what the adheesive was. You dont wanna know. Its got all these weird symbols on it neverything. I think somebody who reads this crap I write mentioned that they were good in reading different languages or secret codes or somethin. I guess it don't matter cause this thing aint got no letters or numbers throug most of it. It's probably nothin anyhow and I'm just freakin out. Its not the first time I've had a gun in my face I garantee that right now buddy! I donno. I guess I'm gonna check the wire box for messages and then hit the sack, or try to.