the manuscript;

“Ram and I died the day we realized we could never reveal our forbidden love to an uncaring, un-understanding world. The joy we shared in each others' arms was greater than any touchdown, yet we were forced to live the lives of sexist, beer-guzzling, jock assholes.”

“Look, you've gotta understand what it's like, Baby. You come from the streets and suddenly you're up here, and these women, they are throwing themselves at ya, and they smell so good, and they really take care of themselves. I mean, I never knew women could be like that, you know? And they're so rich, they're so goddam rich, you think they must know about everything. And they're slipping their room keys in my hands, two and three times day, different women. So, here I think I'm scoring big, right? And for a while, you think, hey, they wouldn't be doing this if they didn't care about me, right?”

“HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOUR FRIENDLY, SCARY NEIGHBOURHOOD, MASKED KILLERS”