Day 33: So this is liberty

When your cousin asks you to buy adult diapers, you know that you are on the wrong path like everybody else in this city.

Day 32: Happy hour

Tied up in a basement a long way from home, while some ape threatens me with a hacksaw – not exactly how I imagined spending Friday nights with Roman.

Day 31: Blista’d fingers

When you need the work, you have to accept certain occupational hazards.

Day 29: War on the streets

Vlad was right about thing: this city is always trying to run you down. Perhaps fighting to the top is the only way to survive.

Day 28: Lying low (Part IV)

I am not used to living inside these four walls, but burying my head in books is better than being buried under six feet of dirt.

Day 27: Lying low (Part III)

Roman would not approve of doing something that does not involve big American titties, but I really need to get away from all the pigeons and the crime and the craziness of the city right now.

Day 26: Lying low (Part II)

During the war, lying low meant drinking or smoking if we weren’t shooting at each other. At least one thing is better about living in Liberty City.

Day 25: Lying low (Part I)

Roman said that our work might be turning heads, and we should stay low for a while. Perhaps not everything he says is bullshit.

Day 24: Welcome to hell

My people believe in a dark, wet creature covered with hair – they call him Veles, the god of the earth, the water, the forests and the underworld. I do not believe in him, but if he did exist then probably he would have grown up in Bohan – a concrete swamp filled with drug dealers, thieves, prostitutes, and beggars. It is a living hell.

Day 23: Two birds, one stone

Roman keeps telling me to explore the city, so today I took another look around Bohan whilst taking care of some of the city’s pigeon problem. Bohan is a crazy and dangerous place, but at least the exercise did me some good.