nick_garou | (no subject)

I gave my 30-day notice to the landlord and will be out of the cabin by the end of August. I think it's time to start culling my library down a bit, too. Not enough room on the houseboat for all my stuff. Sell the rest of the furniture to college students about to move into the dorms or out to apartments, use the extra cash/savings to update the houseboat a little. Maybe a backup generator or better insulation.

Snooping around at work proved to be fruitful. I noticed one street cop being influenced by a spirit and another that.... Can't put my finger on it, but it's almost like the vampires I've seen before, but so faint that I very nearly overlooked the thin strands of tell-tale color in his aura. Far, far weaker than anything I've seen before. I'm going to poke around a bit more before I decide what to do with these revelations.

Ran into a guy named Quentin in the park last night. He's dating Brooke (hotness!) and was wanting to do a car show to raise money to help clean the park up. We kicked ideas back and forth and leaned towards a neighborhood watch with radios and maybe vidcorders to record criminals as evidence. Ideas are easy to come up with, but I think implementation will be a bitch once he attempts to try and mobilize the locals. People say they want stuff, but then aren't actually willing to commit the time, money, or energy to.... Wow, have I become a burnt out cop already?

Quentin has an apparent friend, Ed, who stinks so bad she could knock a buzzard off the back of a manure truck from 100 yards away. Homeless obviously. A little crazy. But how many bums go around quoting anime and talking about technical electronics/computer stuff? Today I've got a little voice in the back of my head nagging me to go through records back at the station, but I'm not sure why. I'll poke into it when I get some free time. Ugh. Thinking about her makes me want to gag.