Re: Call: Connie G/Cris M
[A sound like she wants to scream. A few staticy deep breaths.] A place you can't go. [A moment of clarity:] I need to get Dahl out. I can. Tell- tell everyone I was on LSD. Slacker, stupid, trombone playing, high idiot [Whether or not those last few words were Connie's is hard to tell. It almost sounds like her mixed with an older man. The line disconnects.]