What interview? What f…king interview d’ya want? Is this all ya want? U’d better use your f…king microphone as a...as.. D’u know m’ name? I know ya know but I’ll tell ya later.
Yep, I was there with him. Oh no, f...k. He was there with me. He’s already told everybody everything. Yankees always do this quick. And Bruce is a Yankee no matter what he really is!
Crazy like all of them.
A nasty place! Lots of garbage and broken glass. Sheets of paper everywhere. Funny.
Yuk! Not shit’n’paper stupid! But I got about liking one spot in this mess – a shabby dirty little house made of nice white stones. U know I could break through the wall with one blow but I liked the place somehow.
Evil? What evil are ya talking about? Ask your mother! Your mother is evil.
What? Resident? Sure we saw some f...king residents there. U know what we did t’them? Ask your …mother. Bruce told you everything, I don’t comment his bullshit. I was a part of it.
We even climbed up to the attic! Not even a single bee there! No beer either, dammit! I tried to use my head there but u know when I use my head for long I feel like I’m going to throw out. Since this didn’t happen I hadn’t tried much. But much enough to find the final prize!
When? I don’t count days u know. U’d better count days ya know for what.
Oh, I remember, it was June 17th and I had visited the airport before this story began.
They say the place is doomed. It’s damned I’d say. Something bad has happened there later after. So ya have to wait before ya go and risk your happy ass.
I promised to tell ya my f...king name. It’s Jean-Claude Van Damme but Bruce’s already told ya everything.