Log for: Shoot-Out at the DnA Club

I shot him. At least I managed to get him once.

I just wish he hadn't gotten me three times.

I was supposed to go to the club, get trashed, and go home with a guy for a night of meaningless sex. I was supposed to slip out while he was sleeping. I was supposed to feel better. But no. I got into a shoot-out.

I can't stand up.

I hate this club.

Log for: Skeletons in the Closet
Log for: Who Sends a Man Flowers?

The case is getting more and more complex. Every lead just brings on more questions. What is this? An episode of LOST? Finding that body would normally be a dead end, but instead, it opened up a whole new avenue. I'm just not sure how to pursue it. I'm not sure if I'm up to pursuing it. I really need to get Demsky in on this more whole-heartedly. This is beginning to take its toll on me...

I can't believe he shot me. I can't believe I didn't expect him to be there. What is wrong with me? At least it was residual scatter. Nothing went in too deep. A couple days off my feet and I'll be fine. It's still sore as hell, though.