Febuary 20th, 1999
I gots another e-mail from my friend over at the tabloid. He was handling a story that looked a "little more real" (his exact quote) than most. Thought I might be interested in doing some leg work on it for the web site (as long as I share the info with him when I get back). Evidently a Mafia guy got killed by what looks to be voodoo.
Problem is, the story comes out of the Big Apple, the city so nice they named it twice, New York City. Get down your road atlas and take a look. Central Florida is quite a ways from that happening little burg. Jason says I can drive it in 24 hours (gee that sounds like a party).
"But Derek," I hear you whine, "Why don't you just call up there and get the facts?"
Well that's the easy way out. A guy like me, a guy with a reputation (however tarnished) to upkeep has gotta get the info first hand. I gotta check out the lay of the land, I gots to see the freaks with my own two beady little eyes. I gots to know. I gots to go.
And of course I do have that charge card that says "Freakylinks" on it. Oh me oh my, this amazing land of revolving credit we live in is certainly blessed, ain't it?
So I'm off to Manhattan baby, I'll bring along the laptop to keep you abreast