Exhibit H12
transcript of journal of Cameron Davis, age 17
(original pages almost illegible)
dated April 3, 2003
I got into a fight today.
That bitch Becky Sherman made a crack about my hair to her little cheerleader clones, so I gave her a boot to the face.
A couple of her friends jumped in, and pretty soon there were pom-poms and scrunchies flying everywhere.
I'm not in any trouble- mom took care of it. But she's pissed at me.
She says I could have blown my admission to Columbia, but I don't even care.
I can't wait for graduation.
I'm so sick of going to school with all of those petty imbecils who think their cars and myspace profiles matter.
None of it fucking matters.
Fucking linears.Dad came to see me last night.
He looked bad. It was the worst I've ever seen him.
He told me about the future, but in his own ambiguous way.
He said some day P.F. Jones will sit across from me and ask me a question.
He said I'm going to say yes- not because I have to, like P.F. thinks, but because I want to, because it's my destiny.
He also said he wants me to go see his launch in three years.
He says mom will be there.
I know I don't need to be afraid, I just wish life was different.
Sometimes I just wish I was normal and ignorant like everyone else.
Will it all make sense...
