[When Grift had written in the journal, he was just heading home from the Wilderness, where he had spent all day, quite happily. First he watched a movie - a gangster film no less - and then went looting. By the time he swung back into his apartment, there were ten hats stacked tightly on his head, and a number of canvas bags looped around his arms. Closing the journal, he put the stack of hats onto the edge of his bed, and tucked the pile of boxes of shoes he had acquired by the boxes of champagne stacked in the corner.
Amongst the mass of clothing in the bags, there was a teddy bear, a kazoo, a condensed tower of lego, various shiny looking knick knacks and a small frying pan. He had been disappointed that there was no place for firearms to loot, but he had settled for novelty salt and pepper grinders instead.
He liked the mall, he really did. Hopefully Chapel's apparent gigantic ornament to the Lord wouldn't darken his day.]
QUICKLOG
Amongst the mass of clothing in the bags, there was a teddy bear, a kazoo, a condensed tower of lego, various shiny looking knick knacks and a small frying pan. He had been disappointed that there was no place for firearms to loot, but he had settled for novelty salt and pepper grinders instead.
He liked the mall, he really did. Hopefully Chapel's apparent gigantic ornament to the Lord wouldn't darken his day.]