Febuary 25th, 1999
New York is lovely. (cold, wet and with frozen spit on the sidewalks)
I'm staying at the YMCA over near the United Nations. It's way cheaper than a real hotel. I have a room to myself with a bed and even cable TV. Heck, I even gotta a public access porn channel! Only downside is that it's communal showers on each floor. I've solved that problem by taking showers in my shorts at 3 in the morning. I also leave my belt on, clenched real tight. And I keep this insane look on my face at all times. So far no one has even said boo to me much less asked me to pass the soap.
I spoke with police about the voodoo Mafia connection and got some pretty solid information (check out the crime scene pics in the Freakopedia). A police lieutenant was interested enough in me coming up that he gave me the name and address of a man who is a voodoo priest up in this Haitian neighborhood. I'm going up to interview him later today.
I should be home the day after tomorrow. If you see a guy going south on the interstate with a "Honk if your Paranormal" bumpersticker, that would be me.
Derek "not gonna drop the soap" Barnes.