POLICE STATEMENT- 25TH FEB 2006
NAME OF INNOCENT VICTIM- LC (also known as 'Oi! Slut!')
COMMENTS-
After spending 5yrs in prison, they finally found me innocent and let me go. Which was nice (cos the food wasn't great and my inmates were freaky). Apparently they knew I was innocent all along and only whisked me off to jail 'for the dramatic irony' in the story. Those bloody coppers... always trying to get the last laugh.
I'm been thrown into the street with 5 pounds and some directions to the nearest Youth Hostel. Hopefully, if my memory serves me correctly, I'll be able to find my way to our first flat in Soho. I'll break and enter and then get all nostalgic. Ooops, shouldn't be saying that in a police record thingy. I think I'm supposed to be commenting on the wonderful hospitality that was given to me during my stay.
Kali had this wonderful idea to write about ourselves in a story which kept deleting and such. She'd mail me the latest in prison and I'd scribble my bit on a roll of loo paper and mail it back to her. She's rich now. But not rich enough to bail me out 'apparently'. I'm free now so it's ok. Last I heard, Jess had become a therapist for bass players in Canada, and Gaby's in rehab. Still. She claims she gets pissed on the coffee they give her. So they're cutting down on her liquids altogether. I heard some big rumour abt how she was a spy and organised the whole ending with me going to jail and Jess getting an indentity crisis and everyone generally falling to pieces. Except for Red. Who she liked best.
I have no idea about Molko. Or Damon. Or Crispian. Or any of the others. And they prbably have no idea about me. I guess all there is to do now is end this and move on. I can see our house across the road. It's been taken over by some brothel. Hmm... a little too sleazy for me. But as today is my birthday and I'm finally free, I think I'll make my way back to Soho and apply for a job as pole dancer again... well, one can always dream.
LC.