Okay, yes. I'm good at getting angles. Getting people to open up. I can't feel my body, It's freaking me out.
It's a telenovela!
MDS IIDENTICO
He didn’t even want me in the end. I mean, look at my neck. I'm fucking bleeding down to my ankles!
...I could be on my knees in a second.
Please, man. Look, I'm just a shitty little kid from Modesto...
He said five...
I wanted drugs. We didn't even have sex, man.
I never said that.
Yeah. Yeah. I don't want...
I can't...
You both fucked Lestat?!
Why say, "Hey, vampires are real. Here's almost all the story"?
He said that to me too. A bunch of words, but it started with "rest".
I’ve heard the cry of danger. Sometimes very strong in the middle of the night, and then at other moments like an echo.
I deserved to have my ass kicked. For the sheer number of times I said "And then what?"
And you know this, how? You guys have a thread on 8chan?
The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things, with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance. And now at last I reveal my secret identity: I have always been the huntsman.
Suicide hotline 101. Don't say to the person on the other end, "Why don't you cheer the fuck up?"
We had drinks, you paid. We cabbed to your place in Divisadero, you paid. Did we...?
You're not dining.
You're at the table.
Once again, that's the voice of the vampire Armand, but continue to disregard it, as he remains off the record.
That's why I'm coming after you, Real Rashid. You, I can fucking break!
And then at some crisis point, when I get close, it drops away, and I see a flash of the truth.
Interviewed a fallen Catholic Archbishop, four Enron vice presidents. And if they've got something to hide, they always start with some kind of disguise. Not literally, not some dumb Halloween costume - gloves, contact lenses. They tell jokes. They're charming.
You know, Real Rashid, I'm pretty good at my job. A bright young reporter with a point of view.
