It's been a rough few weeks.

Cwalen sent letters home "why keep scratching dirt, when there is so much opportunity in the city! Get wize! I have girls that I would never have considered talking to, working for me, taking money off the police commissioner to line my pockets, truly this ls the land of opportunity"

Of course, he was dead before I arrived, but he made millions, in only a week.

He wasn't the smartest cookie in the jar. Bloke barely knew what he was doing.

Me? Well I haven't robbed as many banks, I don't have the drive that he had, and what he said about some dame called Mercy? Or another broad called of all things whoreable? What sort of a name is that for a lady?

Buy you know on the streets, I have seen some things, I an not knocking over old ladies for their bobby pins anymore. I think I can make my mark here.