[Bye Darren]

Woke up at 7 am and raked the roof of heavy wet snow. I packed a bowl and smoked some grape nana and then took Marti for a walk. There were quite a few people out in ATV's and on Sebec Lake, people are preparing for some ice fishing tourney.

Around 9:30 I sat down at my desk and went over two boxes of files from a missing persons case in 1981. At noon I checked in at the 'mund. Cornbot was getting hazed, October Blues had made a surprise appearance and DGSW was posting about Linux. I said a little prayer for everyone and then walked up the road and got a lobster roll.

Around 2 I got a call from a deputy Fire Commissioner who is sending me down to Bangor for a physical. They don't drug test, at least not for weed. Actually, it's illegal in Maine to exclude someone from a job because they've got THC in their piss.

I made some phone calls - to Phoenix, Arizona and Stockton, California - the two places this girl was possibly sighted in - going back to the 90's. Her trail started in Oklahoma, where she was possibly arrested for soliciting prostitution and possession of a controlled substance. The mug shot is so bad that I can't tell. She had no ID, probably gave a fake name and went back to hooking. There was a woman who met her description working at a Denny's in Yukon, Oklahoma, so I don't know. I'm ready to pack this one in - some people disappear because they want to. No foul play suspected. Dad was a middle class guy working at a mill, and mom was a heavy religious type - 7th Day Adventist. Neither had any priors and they raised 3 other children who seem to be doing just fine.

After I put a few more cases away because they're worthless and a hell without end, I figured I'd take a vacation and go see Turkey and Georgia again.

Kraft macaroni for dinner - I'm currently sort of iced in and forgot to hit the supermarket. I've got plenty of dog food, weed and Kraft macaroni so I will just wait this out until I die of a stroke and my dog eats my face post-mortem.

I'm glad I bought a Subaru. This car has been good to me, with all wheel drive and says "normal human being" which allows me to mix in with the non-sociopaths and the younger, prettier ladies in their 40's. I have noticed a lot of bad tattoos on some of these chubbsters I've been slamming. I wonder what makes them think that a skull-butterfly is a good idea on a decent titty.

Good night hellscape diary.
Love,
Darren
ps I like your mouse pointer thing that explodes


Wish you were here!

 

[death]

satans subaru

 

[Bye Darren]

Dear diary,

Today I completed my Big Daddy Kane card set from Yo! MTV Raps by trading away my rookie MC Serch.

 

[death]

dear darsen hellscape diary i just conjured new sticky blood skeleteon for tower of hate and im drinking a monster hell yeah

 

[death]

unleash the beast

 

[Bye Darren]

I'm taking out my duplicate Vanilla Ice card to shoot it in the face with my Savage MK II in .17 HMR. I will be aiming directly at his face from about 75 yards out in the dark (I have a gen 2 NVG LER scope with an IR searchlight)

 

[Bye Darren]

POP POP GOES THE WEASEL

 

[Bye Darren]

Dear hellscape diary,

I spent the day thrift shopping. In one thrift shop there was a 1949 Sante Fe Rifle, a pretty nice sporter version of the French MAS 36. I asked the shop keeper what he was asking for it. 75 bucks and he had a box of ammo. Ok, what the heck.

Two shops later I found a 1991 Ted Demme YO MTV RAPS! card and now my collection is nearly complete. Does anyone remember Ted?

He died doing what he loved: a lot of cocaine.

I also found a 2019 Tommy Boy Holy Schnike 16 month calendar.

Someday I will complete my EPMD and Bel Biv Devoe collections. I have a lot of doops of Eric B and Rakim and Whodini if anyone ever wants to give up the BBD or if I have to, I will throw in some BDP (Boogie Down Productions)

 

[Bye Darren]

Diary update:

I found a Tone Loc that was stuck in a cigar box with more of these amazing cards. It also seems that I have chosen to surround myself with lots of pictures of black men, and this part of my life feels eerily familiar. Sometimes I find myself getting up in the middle of the night and shaking up my can of CS because this is how I would say hello sometimes in Bed-Stuy to an unruly group of pavement apes.

 

[Bye Darren]

DEAR DIARY,

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU LOST IT?

 

[Bye Darren]

Dear diary,
I am trying to defeat this skeleton king in Bitheroes but he keeps smoking me. I have two familiars, a yeti and a big blob of green that seem to be nigh useless. This "game" is making me feel inadequate, which provokes extreme violence in a man tempered by decades of killing in the urban jungles of metro america. It has always been killing and dying to live.

Also am I the only person who sees the tortured souls flying around the dirty cities, their corporealness out of phase with this energy plane? Why are so many ghosts named Keyshaun and Lattrell?

Take a life, leave a life. In the end we all fly around nearly invisible, screaming in the aftertimes.

Also diary this year's winter classic was a farce. No one should be forced to skate outdoors in Texas.

Love,
Darren/DARSEN

^two people separated by one consonant

 

[Bye Darren]

 

[Bye Darren]

Dear diary, what if powershell was really "power's hell" and not "power shell"?

It would explain a lot.

Like yesterday I was sitting in the library listening to these two retards talk and one said "ubuntu is a funny word, isn't it?" And the other kid (a quadroon) was like "it's african for "just do it!" and I chuckled and kept staring at the glossy 8x10 of the prostitute who was stabbed to death on a cold winter street corner where no one cared, her life blood literally running into the storm sewer. I thought about her a lot today and why at 2:45am she was out there in the badlands.

I'm heading to Five Guys in Bangor.

I'll talk to you later,
Love,
DARSEN

 

[Bye Darren]

POP POP GOES THE WEASEL

To be clear I shot him in the face and taped over it with a cutting from another card, the hole to his right is where I hit first as my scope was not zeroed properly. Tonight I will go out and blast him in the face again as I have about 250 Vanilla Ice cards and this one makes me want to shoot it in the face again and again and again and again and again, etc

I love you, diary.

BIG HUG FROM DARSEN

 

[Bye Darren]

Dear Diary,
I think that first shot might have hit a small blade of grass and keyholed the card now that I look at it. It's fucked up that even nature is against you when you are as silent and deadly as I am. No one heard the muffled shot, and then the follow up, at least no one who cared.

Tonight I will prevail again.