Friday, July 09, 2004
I hate when you say you don't understand
Exerpt from book 1 of 2 that I picked up last night (it'd been a while):
Setup (for this passage, at least): Man uses his phone number as a "crisis hotline" and if he doesn't like the tone in their voice, he'll just tell them to kill themselves.
There's the obituary to look for the next week, six column inches about nothing that really mattered. YOu need the obituary, otherwise you're not sure if it happened or if it was just a dream.
I don't expect you to understand.
It's a different kind of entertainment. It's a rush, having that kind of control. The guy with the shotgun was named Trevor Hollis in his obituary, and finding out he was a real person feels wonderful. It's murder, but it's not, depending on how much credit you take. I can't even say doing crisis intervention was my own idea.
THe truth is this is a terrible world, and I ended his suffering.
Earlier in the book, hijacking an airplane:
He says the APU, the Auxiliary Power Unit, will keep generating electricity right up until the moment the plane hits the ground.
You'll have air-conditioning and stereo music, he says, for as long as you can feel anything.
The last time I felt anything, I tell him, was a ways back. About a year ago.
12:09 PM
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