For the last time, I'm not interested in what you're selling-- oh.
Not selling me anything.
My name? Oh, it's John Watson. I run a blog.
It's um... it's not all that fancy, but it's had a bit of a bustle since I moved in with my current flatmate. He calls himself a consulting detective.
What he does is... well, it's fantastic.
I've been lured in and I've found myself unable to pull away.
I have a feeling it'll be the death of me one of these days, but I'm strangely indifferent as long as the excitement never ceases.