Karen:What did you think of the footage?
Thompson:I’ve been staying with friends, but they kicked me out this morning.
Karen: I’m sorry.
Thompson: Your film didn’t help. It’s, well…one thing in two words: fucked up…very fucked up. Okay three words, four words, who the hell cares…very very fucked up. What i’d call a bad trip. I never thought I’d hear myself say this but lady you need to lay off the acid, the mescaline, or whatever else you’re snorting, inhaling, ingesting…check yourself into rehab, something, anything because you’re gonna be in a bad way if you don’t do something fast. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn fucked up, so fucking fucked up. I broke things because of it, plates, a small jade figurine of a pengin. A glass bullfrog. I was so upset I even threw my friends fishtank at their china cabinet. Ugly, very ugly. Salt water, dead fish everywhere, me screaming “so very very fucked up.” Five words. They threw me out. Do you think I could spend the night at your place?
