Yet Another Failed Attempt at Journaling...

  It's never more clear than after a fifth of scotch, just how low you can go. I've come to the conclusion that I will get down and dirty to get done what is needed. Someone needs to take responsibility. Someone needs to see to it that those who are guilty, pay. It's my aim to see it done. I have pretty good aim.

  It's been over a month. No clues, no leads. No Wren. No Stuarts. Cam is back. No memory. I ever see either of those fuckers again, I'll rip their hearts out. Maybe torture them first with a hot poker...