Saskia had somehow acquired the power of mind control and and she almost convinced me that I should give family life a chance. Heavy sedation made her more agreeable. Panda, the boy, was quickly turning against me, but Saskia was a champ and was keeping him from killing me. It was a good day when he didn’t push me down the stairs, but night after night, I’d wake up to him jamming a pencil into my forehead. When I tried to swat him away, he’d easily avoid it, scamper down the hall and start talking to his shadow. The speedboat dealings were just starting with the Finlandians. The Panamanians were happy. Things were finally starting to turn around for me. The ladies at the Marina, Jen and Carlotta, were all-in whenever I called for a four way. I started trying to get my shit together and started taking my plots to kill Connie a little more seriously. Look at her. I can’t even look at her in this picture. But it’s the fucking boy that was really coming into his own as a force of evil that I would soon have to reckon with.
2001
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