I didn’t know Subway had breakfast sandwiches. They’re not bad.
Adding a stolen hockey mask to my terrible ring gear really improves the look. I tried wearing the Johnny Cash t-shirt inside out but the graphic is irritating against the skin. So I’m a masked psycho that likes Ring of Fire a lot. I had a good match last night. The promoter wants me back for a match with an opponent that’s “perfect for my gimmick”. Who knew that all I needed to get a gimmick was losing everything I owned.
There is a voice in my head saying that I’m an asshole for feeling good about doing well after a series of crappy matches. That voice says something bad happened, so I should never allow myself to feel good again. Ignoring that voice is important. It will be a while before it goes away.
I went to a sporting goods store to get a knife in case I run into another situation like in Lyons. It was probably just my imagination but I felt Royale’s disapproval like a physical presence. I didn’t end up buying one.
I used that money for a motel room instead and spent some time looking through the documents in Royale’s trunk. In one of his journals, he talked about a ritual he called Gilgul. It’s a way to sever someone’s connection to magic. According to his notes, it was more advanced that even he could manage. And he was a thousand times better than I am right now.
That just means I have some work to do.