[the recorder clicks to life; Henry's voice is thick with emotion]

--not a fuckin' fairytale.  No genies, never enough shit to drink, not even a fuckin' way t' avoid the tick--

Reveur had this sayin'... but who gives a fuck about him here.  Just me.  'M the only one who knows him, an' when I get away, no one'll know an' he'll be gone.

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There're people here who aren't supposed to be real.  Maybe they aren't.  I guess I've talked to people who weren't real before ( Read more... )