Undated:

This is the 19th year I've been writing these journals. I look back at the first few, with entries in the hundreds each, and wonder how I ever found the time. Maybe I'm just getting old, all work and war taking something vital out of me. Maybe things just aren't like they used to be.

Maybe I should just start a gang war, just to have something to do.

Been working for Sabotage, an old hand like me. The calls are few but it pays well, and there's always people to fight, things to kill. The fit isn't perfect, though.

Maybe she should start a gang war. Goblins would be good. I sure like it when they give me a good reason to stomp through their territory.