Cardan
The afternoon sun has the intention of roasting us.
Why the hell is it so damn hot today?
I’ve got about fifty men breaking their backs under this weather, and I almost feel bad about it.
But the gate needs to be reconstructed. I’ve put it off for too long.
There isn't an idling man in sight. Everyone’s lugging something or other. Gotta be this way if we’ve got any chance of finishing it up before nightfall.
The bomb took out most of the gate. Leaving it unattended for how long I did was a risky move.
But I’ve had a lot on my plate.
I keep saying that like it's my motto these days. But it’s so f*****g true, I can't even wrap my head around it.
I shot myself in the leg when I moved to Natalia four days ago.
Shot myself right through the tendon and buried the bullet
