Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]April 04, 818 AS
Thirteenth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Oh Liberty. Finally back ya' filthy whore. Hahahaha!

So since now I'm one of 'em "fugitives" as the Liberty Navy elegantly put it, I would have a pretty damn hard time bein' friends with anyone seein' as I used to smoke the fellas that now I will have to depend on.

It's like bein' the fat-kid that nobody wants to pick for the team. But don't worry, I will "lose weight" so to speak, an' I don't mean just with the ladies, hahaha!

First thing first, I sent a message to that ol' fella Sylpheed, we will see how that turns out.

Anyways, Doc set-up me up with a private room at Cochrane Depot, that'll do for the moment. Even tho' this place is a big rusty mess coupled with a funny smell it stands no match to Logan's man-smell. Fills the air with that manliness ninety-nine percent of the Liberty Navy lacks off, the one other percent bein' former Ensign Willows. Hahahaha!

As they say Liberty, "home sweet home". Trust me, from now on, it's gonna be my home alright.

Hah! Haha! Hahahaha!