Chilling with The Third?

I'm not supposed to tell you where I am right now...

So this is the part where I'm going to tell you where I am right now. Or rather, I would, if I had the slightest clue where I actually am right now. I mean, I've got a pretty vague idea, but... geographically speaking, I'm kind of at a loss. Best I can narrow it down to is "in a city" and "probably in the US" but like I can tell at this altitude. That's hint number two I guess. I wouldn't call this a skyscraper, but we're in a room at the top of a building that's pretty high up. Guess for all this bullshit to the contrary somebody has been prescribing to the M Doctrine just as much as I do.

Now you're probably wondering how I don't know where exactly this is... and if you're not, then you've just automatically jumped to the conclusion that fuckhead over there jumped me in an ally, knocked me out and dragged me here. But no, not quite the case. I was pretty conscious on the way here. The manner of travel was just a little... "different" from what I'm used to.

Context... right, let me just get right on that... tomorrow... maybe.

Because I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. As soon as my brain realized I was in a room with air conditioning, I stopped giving a damn about anything ever. So I'm just going to go sit down on Third's couch and watch cartoons and explain shit to you people later. He gave me a tape recorder shortly after we met because he knew my memory was shit and I'd be trying to write everything down for the blog so... He's being REALLY HELPFUL... Not really "friendly" but definitely helpful... and almost nice. So I basically do not trust him at all right now. But like hell if I'm not going to take advantage of his "hospitality" while he's offering it. Especially since I don't expect it to last.