Scary Solar System Part 3 (Patreon)

Arrived on Luna at a decent time.

LOVE THIS ROCK.

Luna is everything I love an more. It aint uncommon for satellites like this to be all swanky. They treat em like island resorts on other planets. Luna's small, not a lot of places for me to hide, but also not a lot of places for Exile's guys to sneak up on me either. Kinda like being backed into a corner, but who cares?

But I'mma be honest with ya, I came here to party. I'm starting to realize that even if I manage to keep from getting caught, I'll never be -me- again, not really. So I'mma have fun, everything is meaningless anyway.

Stayed so hammered that I hardly started to notice the tennis balls turning into softballs and by the time they swelled up to basketballs...well what can I say, I drank myself to sleep almost every night and with Luna's booze...well its hard not to forget all your troubles when you're neck deep in a bottle.

I thought maybe I could drop a few dimes on getting the fat sucked out of them and was promptly refused. Doctors here call it the lunar bust, something about the low gravity and richness of food. They used to preform reductions constantly but after the 8000th rich socialite got sick of her freshly hacked off jugs growin' back even bigger-- the procedure got banned. I hear that once you got the nutrients from the moon's food in ya blood, it takes decades to leave... I guess I'm stuck with these damn things for a long, long time...

They're a problem, for sure, but not as big of a problem as my cred account. Its thinning out daily, Lunar booze is the best but they know it and they charge ya accordingly. Aint gonna be able to work a normal job lookin like a shrunken porn star so I'mma have to go back to my old profession.

Good thing about this place is there's a lot of expensive stuff to steal and a lot of rich assholes to pay good for it.

Maxiz signing off.