[The recording turns on to the sound of quick, shallow breathing. South's talking fast - almost too fast to be understood - and obviously has to work to get the words out.]

Shitshitshit...where...ow...shit.

It was my fault all my fault if I hadn't left he'd still be-

[A crash, followed by a burst of distinctly unhinged laughter.]

I almost won. I ( Read more... )