i'm not alone.

MIA: At least see what others are saying. It's..compelling. And worrying.

MIA: You can still deal with me, I don't see how he'd have a problem with that. Besides, I'm positive he enjoys his mask of anonymity.

[ ... ]

MIA: That's none of your business.

[ ... ]

MIA: There were some complications we're not-- my dad's not proud of. He was put in a position that voided any and all power he'd gained over the years and in short, I had to take over on behalf of our family to keep what we've built from being entirely taken over.

[ ... ]

MIA: I realize that might not make a lot of sense. But I'm-- This is sensitive information, is all. I have to be careful, for everyone's sake.

ROWAN: Yeah I'm trying not to think to hard on how that story goes for the X-Men because from what I understand it's not fuckin' easy.

ROWAN: Sounds about right, but alright that works for me then, just let me know if that changes.

[...]

ROWAN: Your dad's okay right like... He's not dead or anything? Also you're safe?

MIA: Okay. Okay, good. I was researching some things in the news, comparing things, and people are relating this to that of comic books? -- Something to look into, I suppose.

MIA: For your sake, I hope you don't have to call me. But I'll be here.

MIA: I don't work alone anymore-- my family doesn't work alone. A lot has changed as far as leadership is concerned, but I'll speak with my partner-- he's in charge of drug distribution.

ROWAN: Uh... Probably X-Men right? I know shit about it other than ya know, they're a thing with mutants in it but.. Yeah I could pick up some stuff I guess.

ROWAN: Thanks Mia.

ROWAN: Oh, okay.

[...]

ROWAN: Could I still deal with directly because I made the deal with you and I'm not sure I'd be comfortable working with anyone else on this stuff.

[...]

MIA: Does it hurt when you talk or does it feel strange? If I'm prodding too much, do tell. I'm just--

MIA: You're the first person I've come across and this is suddenly becoming a lot realer than I thought it was. So..curiosity.

MIA: I'm hoping it's just a freak accident. But if it isn't-- we should look into trying to control it before you hurt someone. Or yourself, even more.

MIA: Would you like me to send some?

ROWAN: No you’re fine we’re, ya know... Whatever so it’s fine. Uh... It feels strange it doesn’t burn like a sore throat it just /aches/ and I’m not sure why.

ROWAN: I got you, no worries.

ROWAN: If it happens again I’ll... I’ll call you? I’m really hoping I don’t have too though.

MIA: Is anything helping your throat? Hot tea, saltwater gargles, soup?

MIA: Well. As long as it doesn't happen again, there's no cause to panic or worry too much. Maybe it was just a one-time instance?

ROWAN: No nothing. I’ve tried every googable remedy I could find.

ROWAN: And yeah you have a point could have totally just been a freak accident ya know?

[...]

MIA: Of course, it wasn't a problem at all.

MIA: How are you?

[ ... ]

MIA: Anymore.../instances/ to speak of?

ROWAN: I'm still kinda freaked out tbh, my throat hurts but it's not as bad as when you came to see the window.

[...]

Riss: Oh, yep, sure! [xxx]

Riss: Oh dang, everything okay?

Riss: They're my family, whether they like it or not. :)

Rowan: Thanks bud xoxo

Rowan: Uh, just not feeling to hot, but I'm sure it'll pass!

ROWAN: hey

Riss: Fucking /love/ them! They've provided a good soundtrack to my cooking. I'll be by sometime this week.

Riss: Her mother is the worst, but the family itself-- the sisters, are really sweet. Sophia, included, she's just a bit intense.

Rowan: Yo that’s great, do you happen to have Kat’s number btw she said she wanted to thrash and I have band comin’ in the next month or two that’s be right up her alley.

Rowan: oh uh, we’re actually closed for a few days some personal shit came up. No worries though, we’re openin’ back up like Thursday.

MIA: Rowan, it's very late at night. Unless you can tell me what's going on and give me a good reason to come down there, I'm not going to.

MIA: Why?

ROWAN: I need you to get to my shop, like now.

[...]

Always down for a surprise so count me in on whatever you got going on. Unless it’s Dub Step. Can’t do that shit.

So how’d you like it, was it a surprise enough for you? 

Riss: Full price! And food.

Riss: Do you ever DJ at any of the clubs in the city?

Riss: Hahaha, yeah, yeah, exactly! I'm the sunshine to her attitude. It works out.

Riss: Oooh, well I can guarantee that some of the things you've heard are most likely true. Just because of her family.

Rowan: So how're you likin' the records you picked up? Also that David Bowe vinyl? The Man Who Stole The World came in and it's ready whenever you want it!

Rowan: Uh, I used to before all this shit went down, I haven't since things started coming back together. I kinda miss it, now that I think about it tho.

Yo, fuck that noise. My band can mop the floor with any sell out boring ass pop band you got. What the fuck, man, I thought you people were into real music.

Please chill, if your band is as good as you say it is you can book the venue and try and bring your fan base in. Also I’m into a lot real music, since other than a few select genres all music is real music including pop.

Ideally, you should have been able to improve on what you had already, not just replace it. So– again, if you need anything, do let me know. My father is back on his feet and he’s looking into…new opportunities, as small as they may turn out to be. That includes your rinky dink music store. 

How can I improve on destroyed equipment? Also you can’t assume I didn’t get better shit than what we had when you haven’t come to check out our set up since all this shit went down. Which we did by the way. I’m glad your dad’s feelin’ better but my rinky dink music store doesn’t need any investment at the moment, I’m fine with the investment you have in the venue, thanks.

I’ve been considering opening up the bar with something similar. Perhaps not live music if that’s your niche, but perhaps an open mic night or karaoke. Poetry reading for the broken-hearted? I may pick your brain about the logistics of such a thing, if you don’t mind.

It’s kinda my niche, but our venue doesn’t really lend itself to smaller artists, or like intimate acoustic  performances so go nuts man. Open mic night is a fuckin’ amazing opportunity for artists to explore their sound and shit so that’d be awesome. You wanna pick my brain? I mean sure, yeah I’m down just let me know time and place!

Three tips you didn’t ask for from your local rich bitch, Emily Garcetti.

If you’re having any kind of party with enough people that you don’t want to cook for them, look no further than And Three, a brand new catering business opened up by my very own Domme, Marissa Holcomb. She will work with you to get the menu that you want, and deliver high quality food so it’s one less thing for you to worry about while you’re trying to have fun.

The New Eden Animal Shelter is now accepting applications for their reading program. Kids (or adults) can work on their reading and socialization skills by reading to dogs in their kennels. It helps to foster connection and give a purpose or something to the kids so they want to try harder. I dunno, some psychosocial babble or something like that. 

You all should go visit Le’Desir. My big sister opened not that long ago, and I know this is something she’s been wanting to do for a while, and I want to see her successful. So drop some money on high quality sex toys, you heathens. You won’t regret it and your partner(s) won’t either.

Okay that’s fuckin’ awesome is Riss’s thing up and running? Cause I can toss up some fliers and have cards in my shop if you guys want. The shelter thing is chill, I’ll uh... Hm, maybe I can post a thing on my social media pages 30% off to anyone who can bring proof they were helpin’ out at the shelter! I have no use for sex anything but good on your sister, and good luck!