Saffron is a cold place. At night you see all the slime pour out from their dens of lechery and deceit to crowd the streets like vermin. Whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies. I look at them through a twelve-foot lens; never really touching anybody, and certainly never letting them touch me. A hard rain’s going to come one day and wash these streets clean.
I’m stuck living with this old bald guy, and he lets me stay at his house if I help him out. Thing is, helping the old bastard out means smuggling psychedelics over to other houses in the city; they don’t call him Mr. Psychic for nothing. Every night I get to run a package over to some slung-out drifter who works 12 hours a day pressing buttons at Silph Co. It’s dangerous, but I’m strapped for cash and need to stay alive.
It seems that I’m beginning to run low on Slowpoke Tails. Mr. Psychic keeps a few around for the more hardcore crowd, but even the price-drop I get from him doesn’t make it any easier. A lot of the time I get so close to deciding to quit, I really do; then you think too hard or you remember too much and everything comes crashing down right away and you just need that fix to make it through the night.
I’ve become desperate. Had a bad deal out behind the Copycat’s house early this morning. Guy tried to pass off some clearly fake pd on me. His screams from my Pincer’s hold on him lead the Jennys right to us. I took the drugs and everything he had on him. Came away with this strange little box with a CD inside. The words UP-GRADE are etched out on the side of it. I’ve been trying to find out what the hell the thing does, but I’ve got nothing.
I get the day to lay low and shirk off any heat from the Jennys, so I’m stuck in this house. Starting to feel a little stir-crazy. All this guy has are books on psychic Pokémon.
There’s screaming outside my window. Though with so many psychics in this town it might just be in my head.
I’ll take the rest of the day to try getting in touch with Violet. I haven’t heard from her since coming down here, and I want to know she’s okay.
Keeping on,
Cool Andrew ♂
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