As you can tell, I haven't been very motivated to make entries here for some time. It's just not fun any more.

Since the last entry, we've lost three more men, two have attempted suicide, and Frankie's suffering heart failure.

So, I'll reveal a few secrets that people have wondered about. As you may know, everything that happened here was based on factual occurrence in daily life. It was only twisted in the perspective and labels.
Sacred Heart became Holy Blood, for example.
River City is Spokane, Washington which has a river running through the middle of it.
The Vampire was a phlebotomist, drawing plasma from my veins.
The corpse weed that took Will from us was nothing more than river currents and underwater growth.
The damned thing with the unholy smell that lurked about the mission with it's black fur marked with white in the dark was a large skunk that caused us no end of troubles on our rounds.
The Great White Whales that took Rod away were the truly immense women he sought out on the net to take him in. (Yeah, I know it's sleazy, but that's what happened, I didn't write it)

And so it goes.
If you have other questions, feel free to email me here at the Art Of -3- website and I'll try to answer as I can.

It was fun, but it's just not any more. So I'm closing this down for now. Maybe some day in the future, it won't be so painful to continue. But for now, this is The End.

In Their Memory:
Mike Edwards
Greg Stuek
Kalen Hearn
May they know peace now that was denied them here.