Quote:

Dear Fatman,

Here is a true story, based on a friend:

Only 19, you're bursting with energy and impatience, full of lust for life, don't talk about your father who committed suicide last year in the garage and you found him hanging from the rope and you read his note, you dropped out of high school but your new boyfriend is hot, he has two flashy cars and money from his family, and now you're living with him since you moved to LA from Santa Barbara, you used to inject heroin until they sent you to a treatment facility out of the country but now you're just an alcoholic, at night while he sleeps you sneak to the fridge to get a sip. You're really, really hot looking and every guy wants to hit it off... you're so intelligent and sweet, but you don't want to finish high school, certainly not working at Walmart, the world is waiting for you, great things or maybe nothing, don't really know... don't want to know, partying through the nights, sleeping in late into empty afternoons, sex, drugs and rock and roll, fun, fun, fun because, what pain? Can't be a model, can't be a movie star, you wanna be a porn star? You're so horny. It's your world spinning, ever so slightly spinning out of control, faster and faster until it blurs and then burns... angel on fire, where are you now?




My lord, that reads exactly like a Lou Reed song.
Lou?