Associate of:

Sons of Anarchy

DabCity™ Charter

Lady Eternity's Maxims

01

An interesting world awaits. As I gaze upon the LA skyline, I felt tremendous peace. Bustling traffic, unclear noise, gunshots - these can be heard from below. Father doesn't want me to enter America; for him, America is filth. I don't care. America is the land of dreams. This is where I'll make my mark. Maybe, just maybe, love awaits here.

02

I'm drunk. Men are weak, especially those in taverns. They melt with every smile, but I envy them. I want to feel their desire, their lust, their cravings for the body of a woman. In just days, I bedded 11 men. Made them happy. But yeah, I really need a drink.

03

Just had few drinks with a man. Half-a-hobo. He is really interesting, and I even volunteered to make him happy for the night. But he hesitated. He's lonely. Like me. Inside the shabby room, we talked about stuff. Stars. Politics. Effects of Prohibition. The City that Never Sleeps. Maybe he's not a hobo after all. Maybe he is a wise guy. Maybe we are all hobos in disguise, hiding behind silk curtains. At morning, we parted ways. I checked the man's wallet; inside lies a note: "what do you hustle for?"

04

There's no shame in solitude. Self-made men carved their empires alone, at first. Then they made companions. But truly, they are alone...internally. There's nothing wrong with that. Right now, I can't help but admire this exotic red wine I'm drinking. And the dead fucker in the bed. I cried, about an hour ago. I'm not a stranger to death. Not a stranger to murder. But this is something else. It gave me a mixed feeling of thrill and vexation. There'll come a day when a bullet shall pierce my body. I am at peace with that.