July 12th 1947


 

 I'm sitting here in a sleazy, motel in Boneport, La. ...Jeez Louise it gets hot here!

 Boneport is in the north west part of Louisiana. It's nothing like New Orleans or Baton Rouge. It's more like a city trying to be a big important city, but it's parents won't let it stay up after 7:00. It has a big population, but it's citizens make Gooter and Muggy look like British royalty.

 Speaking of Gooter and Muggy, Holy Moly! what a long drive! Those two wouldn't shut their traps for a second! They made a sixteen hour trip, seem like a month! And the B.O.! ....tomorrow, I'm buying them a crate of Reyton Soap! Between them yanking on one set of nerves, and my other set being frazzled by that weird hum from the back of the truck....... Well, lets just say I'm glad to have my own room.

  Oh yeah, this room! Awful! When I first unlocked the door, and walked in, there was a wino, sleeping on the bed! I shooed him out, and when I pulled back the covers of the bed, there was blood on the sheets! Oh well, at least the window has a nice view of the Sanguine river. Very Pretty.

 Tomorrow, we are to drive to some place called the `Golden Sphere Map Co.' in downtown Boneport, where we'll meet up with the other mugs in on this scheme, whatever it is.

  We don't know who else is involved, besides Dr. Prometheus and Horse Shoe Hanna. I assume it's just hired thugs, like us. We do know other trucks are coming in from California and New Mexico. Doesn't tell me much.

 Gooter and Muggy inform me that as far as the John Law goes around here, we have to keep a watch for Marshall Edson Blaze, who is mean as hell and is a crackerjack shot.

 As far as Mid-night avenger types, we need to beware of some palooka known as the Gray Fog.

 Jeez!...just when I thought the crusading, do gooder types were thinning out! I mean, ol Doc `High and mighty' is rarely in the country these days, you don't hear much about that Benson, galoot, and the Spider and Captain Spangle Skivies, haven't been seen since the war. So I come to nowheresville, USA. just to find out they have their own mystery man! Maybe this city needed one to give them that big city feel. It's probably some yokel, running around with a domino mask, made from his mothers unmentionables, thwarting kids from stealing jawbreakers.

 Well, time to get some shut eye, big day, big pay tomorrow!