August 15th, 2003

How did it come to this?

I'm a prisoner again. Only this time I am punished with the foul stench of stale smoke and gin, cheap perfume and overused cologne, mindless people and thick-necked demons in the tackiest place on earth. I swear if it weren't for the beautiful cut faces and stuffed slacks crossing my post at the back office, I would surely go mad.

Self-proclaimed magician Tony Carbionè has offered me a position at his casino. Said a character of my quality can add some class to his joint. I think he fancies my accent. Bloody amateur. I know of his ham-fisted reputation and yet I'm still considering it. Though I doubt his talents, he may have an energies source capable of empowering my magicks. To regain what I've lost, I must sacrifice what little pride I have left.

Into the trenches I go.