NOVEMBER 8, 1934
I FORGOT I STOPPED halfway through the entry yesterday. I guess I did that the day before, too. Across the street from Hallowed Grounds there’s an old abandoned haberdashery some of our kind have shacked up in. They’re loons, mostly, the kind who can’t handle the change but don’t want to be put down, either. The Old Man sends them a case of fortified wine every week or so to keep them from making the rest of us look bad.
One of the crazies fell asleep with a Lucky in his mouth, and the next thing you know, the whole building was toasted. Ganesh has a professional fire company, but they just laughed at me when I called. I guess they’re really only for the Altstadt. So those of our kind who were around and willing started up a chain of buckets to try to put out all the box
