Yeah, I don’t know how I got suckered into this. You know me, I guess. Alex here.
Suzanne’s on the road today, heading down to New Orleans and I’m sure as soon as she gets here she and DJ will run off and create all kinds of chaos. Which I’ll have to clean up, try to smooth over with the Elders, and all that s*it. It gets old, right?
It’s Suzanne’s birthday, but if she thinks that gets her a free pass, she can just take a reality pill. I’m sitting here in the lobby of the Hotel Monteleone, just waiting. Because when those two women get here, you can bet that “Pepe le Pew le Pirate” won’t be far behind. Smarmy French jackass. I’d shoot him if it would do any good, but he’d just come trotting back in a few days with a “Monsieur Chien” this and a “Jolie” that. Dis-freaking-gusting.
Oh yeah, my mistress and creator told me to say that ELYSIAN FIELDS comes out today in paperback and that you should buy one for a friend. Shameless huckster. I have a few issues to discuss with her, now that I think about it. I got shot in that damn book. Okay, I did get to use a nail gun as a weapon, which was cool, but still. I got shot and locked in a vampire’s private feeding room. I kept getting mental pings from that elven freak. Oh, and that whole marriage thing? DJ has a lot to answer for…although that corset thing that laced up the back was really, really hot.
Later gators. I need a drink.