2004, August 13th, Friday: 12:07 am

Valentino was walking around an apartment complex down the road from his house smoking one of his custom cigarettes, he took a long hard drag from his cigarette, and pinkish-red smoke escaped his mouth and nostrils. He walked back over to his Mustang and sat in the driver's seat. He leans back and sighs, furrowing his eyebrows, and looks out his windshield at the stars and moon. What a pretty and calming night…