From the journal of D. Monroe
-Whenever I have a moment to reflect these days, I always feel lost. My father wanted me to live a life of peace and happiness. Yet I am Uratha; I failed him the moment I was born. We are what we are, and the best we can hope for is to disguise it. For me and my pack, our whole lives revolve around this philosophy and I’m already tired of it. Conceal your nature, and maybe the people around you won’t go insane or try to kill you. What a trade-off! “Here’s all this power, now never use it” God says. No thanks, I have a better idea, and that’s where the club comes in.
-Brook had been having visions about the pack and our bikes, and after the events of last week it became crystal clear to me. We’re part of the narrative now, and the society which ignored us for so long has gone out of it’s way to include us. Officially speaking, owning the Mendocino territory is a strictly hands-off proposition. They don’t bother us, but they won’t help us either. So we needed a way to throw our weight around, without arousing suspicion. So we founded the Sons of Thunder Motorcycle Club -Ukiah Pack. It may be a bit controversial claiming a bottom rocker, but we had to. The kind of clout we need could never be met with a casual riding group, we had to go all-in. I know not everyone gets it yet, but they will, and sooner than later we’ll become part of the fabric of the community.
-Stumbled across a locus during a ride the other day, run by “The World’s Lamest” or something. We need one, but things are rough over on the other side. I hadn’t been there in years, no need to. The spirits around these parts have grown wild, and seem to have a phobia for our kind. We’ll let him sit for now. For now.
-The Sons made our introduction to the local underworld with aplumb, shutting down a make-shift bivouac brothel run by some douche who calling himself “Krunkle Juice.” Thanks to Walt we were able to rescue the girls he had there without much trouble. I offered to take on any who still wanted to work, because it seemed like the only option that made sense. The club will need revenue, and this will give us a steady stream. We can also take care of those girls better than anyone else around. We can protect them, keep them clean, provide medical care, days off, and it will be an “at will” agreement, so they can walk whenever they want. Nobody will come after them or hurt them, and they will keep the bulk of their earnings while they work for us. I know that if I did nothing then they woudln’t just walk off and leave the business. They’d find another pimp or worse, and be back in the exact same position. The board just needs to officially vote on the offer, and we’re good to go. I hope our new Treasurer is ready for his first project.
-One thing that’s been bothering me about the whole KJ thing is that woman who snitched on him in the first place. The one who was actually recruiting girls for him before all this. The more I hear, the stranger it feels to me. What is her game? Who does she work for? Even if everything she’s said has been true, her hands are far from clean. I want answers.