1924, Feb 15.

I'm going crazy. I spent this morning chasing a man through the streets. Took twenty minutes to catch up because I was sure that he had a tattoo of the seven point star on his arm. it turned out to be an ivy leaf. Not at all like a seven point star... five point maybe but...

I've got to appear in court tomorrow to explain why I beat the guy unconscious. I haven't got a clue what I'm going to say... I wonder if they'll let me keep writing this thing in the asylum... I wonder if I want to keep writing this thing...