Shattered Pixels: How My Death Footage Drove Him to Madness
Language: en
On the 100th day of having Alzheimer's, I couldn't find my way home. I dialed Jack Thompson's number. But what came through first was the sultry moan of his stepsister, "Mmm... Jack, your technique is getting better and better!" Then came his hoarse, angry voice. "Rachel Moore, are you fucking retarded?" "You know Emily can't be without me because of her skin hunger syndrome, yet you dare to interfere." "If you can't make it back, just go find a sea and die!" Later, I fulfilled his wish and really went to die. He then kept asking my tombstone, "Rachel, what should I do if I can't find…