Lester S. Sline's Personal Diary

Date: 10/01/2358 Time: 12:00

Goldburg called me this morning. Evidently Donovan had the gall to get whacked in my section. I made a few calls, but of course nobody knows anything. I'd like to know what the schmuck was doing down here in the first place. It's not like LAS doesn't have a bad enough rep already without an ADMIN type getting murdered down here.

I got a call from Mrs. Raymonds, head of the Genesis Parents For Decency clowns. They're trying to shut down "Raptors" and "Elegant Visions" again. Evidently the term "Freedom of Speech" doesn't register in her brain. I'm supposed to get picketed again today. Oh boy.

Date: 10/04/2358 Time: 13:00

Donovan had his funeral today. Of course, neither Uridov or I were invited. Ivan was bullshit. I told him to forget about it. Those fore enders can go screw. I had Hymand send me up one of his girls, and I spent Donovan's funeral time getting laid.

Date: 11/06/2358 Time: 12:20

The news is saying that the tremor we had last night was due to one of MILCOM's tanks blowing up. Yeah, right. They just happen to scramble everything they own and then boom. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's giving me a bad feeling.

I hear the foreenders got rocked right out of their beds. Gee, that's too bad.

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