VIII.
I'm sorry, but what fucking authority would anyone legit leg le-whatever expect me to uphold with respect when my friend is dead and

Melinda was a good friend, you know. She was kind. And thoughtful. And a really good cook. And she was bright. And her parents were stupid because they don't understand just how great she was. And none of you knew just how funny she could be because she was really funny soeties and she knew me so well and I don't know what I'm going to do now. I don't think I can handle this. Not with everything. Why do people have to keep dying? It isn't fair. I thought we were done with death. And what the shit is this fuck? "Oh, hi. Your best friend was poisoned. So sorry. Bye."

Sod it.

This is all fucking BULLSHIT. And NO ONE WILL TELL HOW MUCH I CAN AND CAN'T DRINK SO

FUCK YOU.

And I don't really give a flying whatever about McSlaggen. I'm glad he's dead. Bastard. Someone should refill the whiskey.