From the page:
"Where I come from, you don't refuse certain things and this seemed like one of those moments. Laurie disappeared and returned with an old acoustic guitar. His singing wasn't so good. That was my first reaction, but I listened and then something else came in; it's what I remember most. "I've got a tape of more of my songs. Listen to this." he said, reaching for a beat up tape player. 'Hey, wait here. I'll be right back,' he said, disappearing into the darkness of the abandoned house.
Malcolm and I sat there alone listening to the tape player and its tiny speaker. Yes, the same quality I'd heard before was coming through it, too. If I had to pick one word for it, it would be something like heartbreaking.
My encounter with Laurie, as brief as it was, left unforgettable impressions. Moreover, by a twist of fate, it was not the last I'd see of him. In fact, it was just the beginning."
This is a page mostly about things the writer hates. I agree with his hatred of bodily functions.
From the page: "HICUPS: What the fuck is the point of hicups? They don't do anything but hurt, and annoy. I get all kinds of pissed when I get hicups, I sound like a retard, and can't talk to anyone until they are done."
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