Tuesday, May 14, 2002
Fucking Jack! I told him not to write any of the stuff I told him about B—, and what does he do? He writes an article about the mysterious Good Samaritan from Vancouver which appears on the Gazette front page. I haven't even told B— about it, 'cause he'll completely freak.
[I didn’t keep a copy of this article because I was too pissed off about it.]
Olga's in a bitch of a mood, too. Everyone's after her money, she grumbled about eight times to me before I asked her what was the matter. One of her children has been bugging her about her will and who the bar goes to when she dies. Charming! I know why she calls the staff her children now — her actual offspring are not exactly close to her. She's been married three times, and I know that the kids from the different marriages absolutely hate each others' guts. That's going to be really messy when she eventually goes.
So there's her at one end of the bar and Dan at the other, making his bad puns and wallowing in his lack of money or job. He might just as well have taken his severance cheque form Canada Post and signed it over to Olga's six months ago. Now he's really up shit's creek.
I feel really bad about the article. I don't think there's anything too revealing in it though. Nothing that could lead them to him. I hope.
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