I haven't posted anything in a while because I haven't had the time. A week or so ago, I figured out what to do about the man from Edgar street. A gun was in my mailbox when I got home. A gun! It was real. It felt cold in my hands.
Eventually, I did it. I picked him up with my cab and I drugged him. I brought him up to the Cathedral. I pointed the gun to his back and told him I was going to kill him. He begged for his life. I couldn't do it... I couldn't kill him. I beat him up and left him there. I haven't seen him since. I went back to Edgar Street and everything looks good. I feel guilty for leaving him, I feel guilty for not killing him.
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