Mayor's Journal. March 27th, 2019.: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are exteded gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and my husband will look up from a pool of blood and shout "save me!" And I'll look down, and whisper "no."