Rorschach's journal. October 28th, 2011. Decided to investigate drunken underworld of local town. People were afraid of me. Kept well clear.
Approached by strange man in yellow costume. Seemed crazy. Probably isn't.
Jaegerbomb left bad taste in mouth. Decided to dance to Michael Jackson. Seemed the thing to do.
Accosted in bar by three whores of the black town I call my home, a town where alleycats mingle with the people and nobody can tell the difference. They looked at me and were afraid. I've seen their true faces.
Finally, met dishevelled man. Claimed to be son of God. Doubted his story.
Approached by strange man in yellow costume. Seemed crazy. Probably isn't.
Jaegerbomb left bad taste in mouth. Decided to dance to Michael Jackson. Seemed the thing to do.
Accosted in bar by three whores of the black town I call my home, a town where alleycats mingle with the people and nobody can tell the difference. They looked at me and were afraid. I've seen their true faces.
Finally, met dishevelled man. Claimed to be son of God. Doubted his story.