'A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." - Oscar Wilde

With his suspicion at a peaking level, Tom was seen talking to Mr. Wilson, who had also found out that his wife, Myrtle, had been unfaithful as well, boy it would suck to be those two. One day as i was "walking" around the neighbourhood, i heard what seemed to be a dispute and who else was at the centre of it? none other than the Great Jay Gatsby, Tom had called out Gatsby in front of Daisy and during the dispute Daisy was helping Tom out, she loved you Gatsby, but apparently she loved Tom more, because he could provide her with all she ever wanted. And all of this on Nick's 30th birthday! happy belated birthday by the way Mr. Carraway, shame it couldn't have been quieter. I later found out that Myrtle Wilson had been hit by a car, and Mr. Wilson, Tom, Nick, and Jordan had found her in the streets, i am terribly sorry Mr. Wilson, my heart goes out. But there is more, seems Mr. Wilson had been in such a fit of rage and was convinced that Gatsby was driving the car, that he later went to Gatsby's house, shot him in cold blood, and then turned the gun on himself, he claimed that it was God's work and God needed vengence, Mr. Wilson lived as a simple man and died as a martyr. Gatsby is dead. The Wilson's are dead. Long Island mourns for those lost, the spy included. Seems a tragic end to what was a fascinating project to me, but findings are as is. With great power comes great responsibility, and no matter how much money you have, you cannot buy your dreams or love.

- The Spy

Life Styles of the Rich and the Famous

Informants tell me that lately the Great Gatsby has been very naughty, as he was pulled over the other day for speeding, however, like he has a hundred times before, he still amazes me. Sources say that upon the approach of Gatsby's vehicle he had flashed the officer a white card, the officer the apologized and let Gatsby on his way, hmm i guess money can buy you everything, like a get out of jail free card...I should invent a game with that or something. After this mix up Gatsby and Nick Carraway were seen, by me of course, having dinner together, i managed to get close enough to listen and Gatsby was telling Nick about this chap named Meyer Wolfsheim, who had apparently rigged the 1919 world series of baseball...I don't believe EVERYTHING I hear. Seems Jordan and Nick had lunch later that evening as well and Jordan got to talking, I always said she had a big mouth, and somehow the topic of Daisy Buchanan and Mr. Gatsby came up and how much they love each other. Naturally Gatsby would plan a way to win Daisy's heart, but he paid Nick to do his dirty work! Daisy had gone to Gatsby's abode and left surprisingly bubbly, this was after her and Gatsby's alone time that is :) And all of this is happening as the faithful husband of Daisy grows more suspicious each day. Uh oh, this might spell trouble

- The Spy

Nick and Jordan Sitting in a Tree

Recently i had the pleasure of attendig yet another one of the Great Gatsby's parties, and i was standing outside smoking a cigarette when i had noticed Mr. Carraway walk over from his house, through the cloud of smoke and straight into the house. It seemed he was off in another world, like he didn't feel comfortable living this life, he somehow found it repulsive, i for one, love to party and any invitation i get i shall surley attend. To get off topic for a moment, i heard yet another rumour about Gatsby here, this time he was a German spy, hahaha, there is only one spy in this town my friends and your reading him right now. I digress, Nick seemed off as he walked past the Rolls-Royce, towards the swimming pool, and stared off into the distance for a moment gazing over the beach. He had later met up with his "special friend" Jordan Baker, i think we all know what special means by now, don't we Tom and Myrtle, or maybe even Gatsby and Daisy. And who else would show up to talk to them but none other than Gatsby himself. When Gatsby was not talking to his guest he was studying them, much like i do to him, not a drop of alcohol he drank, he seemed to be gauging what people thought of the party and whether or not they liked it or not. After a short talk with the Great, Nick and Jordan leave the party. Jordan does not seem like the type for Nick, she is a dishonest and grotesque person who loves the high life, but maybe that is just what Nick sees in her.

- The Spy

The Watchful Eyes of T. J.Eckleburg See All

The eyes of T.J. Eckleburg lay over the valley of ashes and occasionally looms over to watch the mansion in West Egg of Gatsby. If the billboard could talk it would tell you of enormous gatherings of the people of West and East Egg at the residence of Jay Gatsby. Many rumours have spread of Gatsby at his parties, there is one that I had heard while attending one the his parties myself, supposedly, however unbelievably, Jay Gatsby is the nephew or cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm, who was the ruler of Germany during the World War 1 era. Many things happen at Gatsby's, but they can happen elsewhere as well. With my little eyes I had spied Mr. Nick "Quiet" Carraway along with the seemingly closer and closer Mr. Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Myrtle Wilson go into the Morning side Heights apartments in New York City. This is not the first time I had spied Tom and Myrtle go in here, but this was the first with company. I heard that Nick may have had too much to drink and may have embarrassed himself in the process, but he was not the only one. Seems Myrtle cannot handle her alcohol either, as a dispute would lead her straight to a broken nose, ouch. After this altercation, the affairs and party had come to a cease, seems Tom and Myrtle have some making up to do.

- The Spy

I Spy With My Little Eye

Hello listners, I am the spy that spied with their little eyes. Many of you don't know who I am, but i most certainly know who all of you are. The citizens of Long Island is where I find my refuge, and where i lay waiting and watching the moves of every individual I see. I study, I observe, and I research. Call it a sick, twisted practice, but much like many of you have hobbies such as polo, or attending lavish, exsquisite parties, mine is more of a solitary hobby. Through the next few entries I shall be educating you on my observations of a seemingly different breed of human, the rich and famous. The centre piece of my research has been one, Jay Gatsby, who seemed to appear out of thin air. Where did he come from? How did he attain his wealth? Why does he throw the best and biggest parties? These are questions that I have not been able to get answers to, no matter who I ask. I shall continue my research and get back to you with my findings.

-The Spy