2000-10-11 I don't think I need to remind you how many men died to bring you this diary. Good men. Jimmy is dead now, and it's all your fault. I never should have trusted you. What was I thinking. New kid hits town, just off the bus, talking all a bunch of nonsense. And what do I do. I trust him. I give him a job. Take him under my wing, help him out a bit. And what do I get for my troubles. First chance he gets, he turns around and betrays me. That's alright, kid. I made you, I can unmake you. You're going to get what you deserve, and it's a long time coming. Believe me. ( . )