Tiffany: “Can I borrow your camera?”Anna: “What do you need it for? What’s going on? It’s
5 a.m., what you need a video camera for? You murder
someone?”Tiffany: “I just need it.”Anna: “Why do you sound like that?”Tiffany: “I just smoked cigarettes.”Anna: “Why are you smoking cigarettes?”Tiffany: “ͳis motherfucker scratched my face, and I
found his videotape in the dumpster and I just hope I
die.”Anna: “What does that have to do with cigarettes?
What is going on?”Tiffany: “Anna, look . . . you want weed? I’ll get you
some weed if you let me borrow that camera.”Anna: “Okay, yeah. Bring me some weed, and I’ll bring
my camera.”I got the weed and went over to Anna’s. I guess I was in
worse shape than I realized.