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him back almost $ 7 0.
Back home again, he uncorked the wine,
let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it...
...and tried to think
of something meaningful, but could not.
And then, with a glass of merlot,
gulped down all the pills at once.
However, he had been burned.
Instead of quietly suffocating,
Charles Freck began to hallucinate.
The next thing he knew,
a creature from between dimensions...
... was standing beside his bed,
looking down at him disapprovingly.
You're gonna read me my sins?
It's gonna take 100,000 hours?
Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly,
in shifts, throughout eternity.
The list will never end.
The Sins of Freck. 
Charles Freck wished he could take back
the last half-hour of his life.
Age 6, in the first grade:
theft of fingernail clippers.
3:08 p.m. Theft.
You did knowingly and with malice
punch your baby sister, Evelyn.
Kicking the dog.
December: theft of Christmas presents.
One million lies. Destruction of... . 
One thousand years later,
they had reached the sixth grade...
... the year he had discovered
masturbation.
November 14th: Percodan.
Vicodin. Cocaine. 
Charles Freck thought,
At least I got a good wine. 
Where did Substance D come from?
Why can't we stop it?
The bigger this war gets,
the more freedoms we lose...
...the more Substance D
is on our streets.
Can't you figure this out?
Look around you.
Look how far we've come.
Humanity wasn't meant to live like this.
Our every waking moment
tracked and traced and scanned.
It's time to stop
submitting to this tyranny.
It's time to realize
that we're being enslaved.
It's our tax dollars at work.
Protect us from ourselves.
Hey, guys, I used to be one of you.
Stop selling out your own species.
Hey. Get in.
You scared me.
Got something for you.
I'm seeing some crazy shit tonight.
What do you mean?
That fucking Barris.
You know how he works?
He doesn't kill anybody...
...but he hangs around until
the situation arises where they die.
And then he just sits there.
And he sort of sets them up
in the first place while he stays out of it.
But I'm not sure how.
Hey, do you have that money
for the stuff? I need it tonight.
-Yeah. I have it.
-Okay.
You know, I don't like Barris.
And I don't trust him.
Guy's fucking crazy.
And when you're around him,
you start acting crazy.
And then when you're not around him,
you're fine.
You're acting crazy now.
-I am?
-Yes.
Hey, will you take me to a concert
next weekend at Anaheim Stadium?
Sure.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Yeah. Which night?
It's Sunday afternoon.
Whatever you want.
Well, I'll just drive over to my place.
You have the money,
you'll give it to me.
We'll kick back, drop some Death...
...maybe get some tequila.
All right.
All right.
Hey, Donna, do you like cats?
Drippy little things.
Moving along
about a foot above the ground.
Above?
You mean, on the ground?
Just dripping...
...behind furniture.
Little spring flowers with blue in them
that come up first.
Yeah.
-Before the--
-Before someone stomps on them...
...and they're all gone.
It's like you know me.
You can read me.
Can I put my arms around you?
-I wanna hug you, okay?
-No.
-What?
-Look, I do a lot of coke, okay?
I just have to be really careful
because I do a lot of coke.
So just leave my body alone, okay?
Okay.
Sure.
Yeah.
You know, fuck it.
Hey, I-- I'm sorry.
I just don't like it
when people grope my body...
...and I have to watch out for that
because I snort so much coke.
That's fucking lame. I gotta go.
Your car's not fixed.
I drove you here, I'll drive you back.
Bob.
Bob.
Bob, wait.
Please.
Please wait.
I didn't mean-- I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I'm just-- I'm so out of it right now.
I-- Sometimes after I've worked
really hard all day, I--
Please, come back.
Come on. With the tequila.
How much do you do?
Not

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