Pride

Three jobs on the east coast. Leaving LA for two weeks.

Shirt stays on or there will be blood. No singing, either.

Latest Californian fire still not under control. I was pretty certain it was raining ashes, as ominous as that sounds, on the streets of L.A. At least it gives the newsmongers better things to worry about, but these are happening more often compared to in the past.

Plane was grounded due to smog, but work demands my presence on the next flight out.

If it's urgent, my cellphone will be on. If you don't have my number, it's not urgent.


[Private to Greed]

Greed,

I have not heard from you regarding any talks or deals you might have made with Lucifer. While I understand you must be busy sleeping with - what's her name, Mona? - by day and Raum by night, I would like to hear from you. Sooner rather than later.

While I have been working tirelessly on set, I suppose I haven't missed anything of importance apart from Greed turning into an attention-seeking, prepubescent boy with a daddy complex?