Hate
I hate him. f**k, I hate him. Is there anything else you need to know? It’s comical, to you, probably. I’ve found things comical before. I could try explaining. I’m not going to try explaining. Would you like me to?
I used to live a life, you know, with classes and a girlfriend a family and violin recitals. Ha. Yeah, well he put paid to that. Just like him, too, you know? There was a time before I knew him. I don’t even remember much about it. I suppose that’s all part of it. I don’t need him. I first saw him, I was walking up, back home, I’d had a class, he was – I saw him briefly – I only saw him briefly. He was in the window of his car, I outside, I was walking back from classes, I only saw him briefly. That was how I could tell. I could tell, because it was pure, because I only
