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May 28, 2002 17:24

Narrator: If there was one way I could explain the day, it would be "plugh". It's more of onamopeia then a word. It just explain's how everything can be so tough and boring and there's no end in sight. It's also the sound associated with me landing on my bed.

(Shot of waist up, boy walking into the bathroom. Shot goes to another boy[Narrator], at urinal peeing. The boy walking has his head down. The boy walks behind and out of shot as the Narrator starts to speak again, this time straight to the camera).

Narrator: I've wondered if I've ever gone through enough to tell a story. It's hard because judging by everything else, it doesn't seem possible. I'm so vague sometimes. There's so many simple thing's that bug me, it's almost trite to start. (He finishes. Shot turns to follow the Narrator as he is walking toward door. Stall is in background.)
Narrator: Wish my life had a soundtrack. It would be good. (Dries his hand on paper towels on rack). I don't know what song would be playing right now. I miss the way my life used to be simple and now is so complicated. I'm sure you can't even begin to understand. (Gunshot is heard in the stall).
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