11. March

Well nothing exciting has happened really recently. It’s been quiet, Mister N. is on holiday in Malta and sadly he didn’t bring us along on the trip. So a lot of time we spent training and then relaxing at Jamie’s place, watching stupid daytime television and drinking whiskey sour.  Jesus, there is so much shit on TV during the day, it’s unbelievable! Pure toxic for the soul... It’s all about reality shows where morons, trash and bimbos make a fool out of themselves, just to make a daytime looser on welfare feel better about himself, or herself. Seriously, what is the point?

 Jamie, little Paul and me had this big discussion about why on earth people would want to watch ill-behaved humans that basically have no life and seriously don’t do anything of interest. Why do people want to watch non- life on TV, instead of going out to live a cool, real life themselves? And the more embarrassing and trash-talking a person appears on TV, the more famous they get on social media. It seems like a twisted reality, right? On the other hand, individuals from the underworld, with truly daring and exciting lives, they are not on social media, obviously. They are too busy living a thrilling life. Can you imagine Mister N. being on social media? Haha, no way!  

So Jamie and Paul were joking about how funny it would be like to have little Paul on one of those reality shows, and on the screen it would say “Paul – hitman and gangster”, haha, or even better we should sign up Roamer for a reality show, “Roamer – torpedo and drugdealer”... yeah THAT would be a show worth seeing. No, people like us don’t have online profiles leading to our person. And if, it would be a cover identity with boring updates just to blend in with everyone else, so that our relatives don’t get suspicious. But diary writing, well, that is personal of course. It’s a secret.  Hey, I do often wonder when I write this down if Jamie, Paul or even Mister N. write a journal with their everyday activities. Who knows, probably not, but it would be real cute if they did. I wonder what they would write about. Maybe something about me?

So, the only job I had the past week was on Friday, when I drove a suitcase filled with party pills to a client and collected the money. No biggy, but I don’t like those drug related jobs, they stress me out. 

(c) I am Ruthless