The Grief Tourist Page #2

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through the trees

still following

with glee, the liko

the a hihi lehua

of the valley

aloha oe

aloha oe

clerk with accent: Mr. Tanner,

the room is $49 a day, very clean.

My sister-in-law Olga

cleans herself.

I hope you got

air conditioning.

It's hot as hell

out there.

Yes. Yes, yes, cool.

Nice place at night.

Good to hide.

I'm on vacation.

How long you stay?

Four nights.

(Dog yapping)

Got something by

the pool?

Here is your key. Room 21.

We have no pool,

but it's good to look

at the beautiful,

pretty girls anyway.

Enjoy.

(Loud engine purring,

people chattering)

(Kids shouting)

Jim:

The place is a dump.

But I like it.

It's cheap.

There's better ways to spend

your money on vacation

than on a room you're

hardly ever in.

(Air conditioner humming)

"Born in the rural community of

hatticomb, California in 1918,

Carl marznap began

a lifelong odyssey

of arson and murder while

still only a child.

Embittered by years of torture

and sexual abuse

at the hands of his

alcoholic father,

marznap evolved from a quiet

and violent boy,

into a vicious killer.

He murdered and burned his

way across ventura county,

on mission of destruction

unlike anything

law enforcement had ever

seen before. "

"Age of thirteen,

after numerous acts of arson,

marznap was remanded to the

infamous grimes reformatory.

A facility known for its...

Draconian punishments

and ability to turn

wayward boys

into hardened criminals

overnight. "

Locked down dormitories.

This is where they kept you.

(Camera clicking)

When you came to grimes,

you were full of rage

for your parents.

By the time you left,

you were full of rage for the

whole goddamn world.

When you got here, some older

boys pulled you screaming

into the bathroom and

knocked your teeth out,

so you couldn't bite them when

they made you blow them.

They almost beat you

to death.

You're just a little kid and

nobody f***ing helped you.

(Boys screams echoing)

Okay, here's your lovely

dinner.

Chicken and a burger.

Looks great,

thank you.

Good?

Okay.

I guess you must have

really liked that.

You sure polished that

off in a hurry.

Uh, yeah. My father,

he always said "life's short,

so eat quick. "

He died of indigestion.

(Chuckling)

Okay.

Can I get you some

dessert?

Yeah.

Yeah?

I think there was

something...

The ventura volcano?

Okay.

Sounds like suicide

by dessert.

It is. I hope you

got room for it.

Well, I always got room.

I am a bottomless void.

Oh, you know what?

That guy was one of our

more notorious citizens.

You want some more

coffee?

Uh, sure.

Yeah?

Okay. I'll be back.

Um, une volcano.

Okay.

Por favor.

Waitress #2:
Can I get a

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