Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]June 21, 818 AS
Nineteenth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

I knew it, I knew that bitch would rat on me! I knew it since the frickin' day I left Barrier Gate.

She and Hale had set-up the whole thing, an' now, five days after that thing, I get frickin' ambushed by these Navy cockroaches.

An' guess what happens next? I end up in frickin' good-ol' Sugarland.

Now I'm stuck with a hell-a lot of bastards that I put in durin' my prime-time.

Guess karma is a real bitch, huh?

Well, seems big-shot Hale had some brains to figure it out on his own, so I ended up with a nice little isolated cell that I could call my frickin' home! Still sucks tho', but at least I don't end up gettin' knifed in the back now.

I have been in this pisshole for two frickin' months now. Not a word from Hale, not a word from Sarah, not a goddamn word from anyone. Well, only once, did I get to hear about a name, who still considers me a good ol' pal. Yeah that's right, frickin' Doc.

Some weird fella who was servin' me food one day mentioned that Doc would bail me out. Now, he might be rich as hell, but I don't think there is any amount of money in this world that will be gettin' me 'outta 'ere. Haha!

Thanks to that a-hole Hale. I swear if I even get as much as a second glance at that bastard I will slit his frickin' throat.

But maybe Doc has some plans. Maybe he doesn't. Whatever it is, I gotta start believin' in miracles now.