The book is old, decrepit. Dust is gathered on its cover, Corners are bent, worn…    He’s planning something big. I don’t know, perhaps his attack on drug pushers represents the same as his attack on everything. It’s meant to be taken literally, as a warning, a warning that when he eventually sets in motion whatever he will set in motion… no one will escape his Wrath.    He says about himself something I have heard referred to several times: «In the city of angels Timothy Joyce will be born and lay his foundation for his life’s work».          Read another, graphic account of events.