Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Cracked the Fuck Out!
I finally got permission from Mr. A to reprint the transcript of this conversation, which took place this morning (about 10:00am), although I did have to redact some classified portions of it.
[Mr. A is on the phone, and raving wildly, in a brutally sardonic tone. He refused to allow me to reprint the beginning of this for his own reasons...]
Mr. A: I've been popping sudafed all fucking morning - but it doesn't do anything any more.
[redacted]
Mr. A: Earlier I felt like I was going to die, then I took some, and I felt a little better, but then thirty minutes later I felt like I was going to die again.
...
Mr. A: How do you feel?
Dr. E: OK. I feel pretty good.
Mr. A: That's great. I'm glad your doing good. Fucker! [long pause] Fuck you, you stupid mother fucker!!
With friends like these...
[Mr. A is on the phone, and raving wildly, in a brutally sardonic tone. He refused to allow me to reprint the beginning of this for his own reasons...]
Mr. A: I've been popping sudafed all fucking morning - but it doesn't do anything any more.
[redacted]
Mr. A: Earlier I felt like I was going to die, then I took some, and I felt a little better, but then thirty minutes later I felt like I was going to die again.
...
Mr. A: How do you feel?
Dr. E: OK. I feel pretty good.
Mr. A: That's great. I'm glad your doing good. Fucker! [long pause] Fuck you, you stupid mother fucker!!
With friends like these...
