Rey, February 20, 2009

I can’t find my cat anywhere. He’s gone. I sure do miss him. Hopefully, he’s just lost, or someone found him and took him in. If he’s not back tomorrow, I’m going to put up signs around town. If I’m lucky, I’ll get him back.

I think this whole creative writing this might just be a waste of my time. I’ll finish the courses I’m enrolled in, but I don’t know if I’m going to continue them. I won’t slack off on them either, because I certainly don’t want to disappoint Grey and Ironclaw. Besides, I paid for the courses – I don’t want to waste the money.

Speaking of money, I’ve been thinking a lot about that. I want more money than I’m getting now. I’m not going to get what I want by getting whatever Lyla’s willing to give with me. I’m positive she’s got stuff going on on the side that she hasn’t told me or anyone else about. There’s no reason why I can’t do the same. But what to do?

Drugs are right out. Lyla may have made some money by transporting and selling, and using it to pay off people to leave her girls alone, but I don’t want to deal with that. I think it’s too dangerous, and drug dealers are scum.

Transportation of goods. Lyla’s already got her fingers in there. Not an area I want to get into. But she does have something of a reputation for it. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. One of the biggest users of Lyla’s services are thieves – they can’t sell their stuff in the city they stole it from, or anywhere nearby. They need it taken to the next state, across the country, or maybe even out of the country.

I think this has potential. It’s going to take time and a lot of work to get things going. I don’t know if Lyla has anyone in her organization already who I can use. It might be best if I form my own network. Keep Lyla out of it as long as I can. Build up my own name and standing, until I’m a power to reckon with completely on my own. Who knows.

But where to start? That’s the question of the moment. Start small, of course. I’ve got no history with anyone other than the prostitutes, and that’s not in the field I want to expand into. But they might know someone that could help me get my foot in the door. If they blab, well, I deal with it.

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