If I kept a diary before, I am sure that it is long gone, thanks to my trouble making bitch of a half-sister who persuaded me into going with her to Germany last January. Seems that because of Trunp being elected President her corporation was having fits as to how it would affect business. Seems with Trump's threats of imposing heavy tariffs on products made oversees by an American owned companies, someone in the Commerce Department thought that it would be nice to change the status of the Levee Corporation from German owned to American owned since my sister, who had inherited the corporation, was an American citizen. Also, Aleha had also been trying to find a way to divorce herself of that corporation.

Anyways she talked me into joining her as she promised me more sightseeing.

Everything would probably have gone well if her private plane did not crash near the Eastern coast of Greenland. The crash almost killed everyone on board. As it was Aleha and I had been left with a serious case of amnesia that took us months to recover from. Then when I got back to Dead End, I discovered that my nightmare had not ended. My wife divorced me and I have taken my frustrations out on the staff at DMEH. Other than that, my half-sister and I are no longer talking to each other.

Amyways, I am back in Dead End, a place that has long been my refuge. I now have more time to spend at the hospital and searching for some sort of social life.