PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I... she's gone.

Elle's gone.

She... she died in my arms. I couldn't do any thing for her. Someone tell me this is just a bad dream.... that I'm going to wake up and Elle will be alive, she'll be okay.

It'll just be some horrible, horrible dream...

Goddammit! I never wanted to see this city again. What the hell am I doing back here? I've never exactly been a pious pristine little angel so I wouldn't have expected Heaven. But if someone could direct me to the Prince of Darkness, I would love to tell him exactly how shitty his sense of humor is.

Not that he's anywhere off the mark, LA is my definition of Hell.

Though, I have to say I would have expected Hell to be less...wet.