>>19749094It's raining. It's always raining around these prats. Not the kind of rain that washes filth from the streets... It's a filthy rain. Ash falls down from the sky, staining the route, enveloping it like a horde of bugs devouring its prey. It makes me want to crack open the old liquor cabinet, but I don't drink on the job... That's one of my rules.
