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[u]May 5th, 2012; 22:45pm
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It had only been one hour since I killed Kazimir. I had no regrets over that. In fact, I've become quite desensitized to it. It wasn't the first time I've killed a boss of mine and it certainly won't be the last. That being said, I didn't want to encounter his goons. I'm really in no mood to fight them, not that I wouldn't take any pleasure in doing so. I'd rather just get out of New York City as soon as possible before they find me.  

[i]Of course, stopping somewhere for a little drink shouldn't hurt anything.
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I always try to make time for a little alcohol. It helps take away the sting that is simply living life. 
I had overheard a couple talking about this bar called the Rum House that's in Hell's Kitchen. It's a little too close to where I had just come from, but I can never resist trying out a new bar. 
Now, I don't have a car, I hate taxis, and walking would take too long so, so I decide to take a tram to Hell's Kitchen. After I get on, I pick a seat that is the furthest away from the other people that have joined me on this tram. 

I lean my head against the window of the tram as the sound of it speeding along track seems to almost soothe me. There aren't many people on the tram, which I'm thankful for. The fewer people I’m around, the better. The ones I'm around today don't seem like a talkative bunch either. Guess the odds are in my favor. I breathe a small sigh of relief. I don't normally get these "calm before the storm" moments. I always make sure to enjoy them whenever they happen since they are so rare and far apart. They usually don't last very long either. So, it's important to savor those serene moments. 

It doesn't take long to get to my destination, thank goodness. I had to walk the rest of the way to the Rum House, which only took seven minutes.

[i]Okay, now I hope I get into a little trouble. This is just going too smoothly. Maybe a little bar fight will ensue while I'm here. Those are always entertaining to watch.
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Once I arrive at the Rum House, I see that it's already full of people. Quite the odd bunch, really. There aren't many seats open for me, save for this lone seat at the end of the bar. I go ahead and sit there. I usually prefer to sit in those corner booths. It gives me a (false sense) of security. But not only were there not many available tonight, I just wanted to get a quick drink and then leave. So, I stay seated at the bar.