I swear to God that a toddler has a better understanding... ... of the intricacies of chew, swallow, digest, don't kill yourself on your TV dinner. And yet, you've managed to turn this near-death fuck-up of yours... ... into a moral referendum on me. - You are a monster! - Oh, fuck. - You are a billy goat. - A sick, depraved un... Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed... ... by what was happening around him, decided finally to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out... ... in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts... ... he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding... ... much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back on his bed... ... with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead... ... and an unfinished letter to Exxon... ... protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indict the system and achieve something by his death... ... over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue... ... and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine... ... instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors... ... which specialized in fine wines... ... and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot... ... which set him back almost $ 70. 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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Морозко на английском - текст Код Да Винчи на английском - текст Шиза на английском - текст Джуниор на английском - текст Фарфоровая луна на английском |