May/22/2022, 8:51pm: pick up the hammer left on the windowsill of the northernmost window of the warehouse across from Mexico City Club. Go 3 blocks west and stop at the black gate with a white line painted over it. Climb over the gate. Turn to face the moon. The window directly ahead leads to a bathroom. Go into the bathroom. Wait in one of the stalls with your feet up so no one can see you. When you hear someone enter, kill them with the hammer and leave through the open window.
Estimated cut: $$14,567

   Lucid. Fucker.
   It’s pouring rain as I’m plugged into this thing under a bodega awning. I take it out. Across the street, there are two people in long black coats smoking cigarettes. Looking at me through black sunglasses. I look at the disk in my hands.
   If someone finds out I had this, it's over. Life in prison. Forget that- if the Jawbreakers get me in an interrogation room at all, that's life in prison.
   But if I do this job, I'm chasing a carrot on a stick for this machine. I'm its toy. And doing what?
   Fuck, man. They get you one way or another.
   I snap the disk in half and toss it into a sewer drain.
   I start to walk downtown, and the figures across the street do the same. To make sure, I make a couple of weird turns. They follow. Great. I pick up the hammer like the job says to. I duck into the warehouse and lose the cops.
   The Jawbreakers or the computer. Both have my address, and at least one will be waiting there for me. Rock and hard place. Door #1 or door #2.
   What would someone classy do? Someone sure of himself. Someone who knew his worth and what he was about.
   I think he might speak to who's in charge.