LOG - Day 11: Adam seems to be getting along well with Chuck. I wish I could say I was happy for him, but I'm feeling kind of lonely without him. I mean Michelle's nice and all, but she seems a bit shallow. She's always talking about decorating and finding new shades of red for her living room... stuff I really couldn't give a fuck about. I mean, I get the whole enthusiasm thing with the red and its theme but I think some people here are going a little overboard.

LOG - Day 12: I talked to Adam, yesterday, about having a "night out," just the two of us. He said he thought it was a terrific idea and promised to talk me out to a diner. Now he's out shooting cans. I've just about had it with this place.

LOG - Day 13: --dam? Adam? Hey I--[[SOUND EFFECT "GUNSHOT"]]--ADAM! Will you pay attention to me for a second? What? Yeah, this? Yeah. Okay. Here's your FUCKING COKE! [[SOUND EFFECT "GUNSHOT"]] Oh my god. Oh my god! Chuck? Chuck are you al--is he alright? Why did you do that? What do you mean it slipped? What? You're accu--

LOG - Day 13 continued: --sing ME of this? FUCK YOU, ADAM. FU--

LOG - Day 13 continued: Well like what? What stops BLEEDING? Oh my god, Chuck, don't go to sleep! Sleep is bad, right? I HEARD IT SOMEWHERE, I DON'T KNOW. God this FUCKING RECORDER KEEPS--

LOG - Day 14: I don't think Chuck's gunna make it, and it's all my... --mostly stopped. Oh, right. I don't think Chuck's gunna make it.