The David Carpenter Tapes
The Story of Tom the Ghost
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And one night it got absolutely nutso. Uhhh maybe the fifth night, rain, had been out in the sun, very, very cool at night, very hot in the day and when Patrick Lane gets in the sun he goes from real pale to lobster red. So he was sitting there lobster red, scotch here, cigarette there, the cursor going back and forth with Kate and suddenly he leaps up “I can hardly believe my eyes”. You know he leaps up and he’s not red anymore, he’s pale white and he says “Tom get off my chest” and falls to the ground. Now he wasn’t drunk. Uhhh I don’t thinking drinking makes you go pale. Something had happened, something had interfered with him and he could breath and he collapsed to the floor.
Well Lorna tried to get to him, but I think she might have had to go around the table. So the first person to get to him was Gertrude Storey (**phonetic). Now Gertrude Storey (**phonetic) at this time was writing kind of (*inaudible) W. O. Mitchell stories, couldn’t get’em published. Pass the pancakes Paul. Paul passed the stack of steaming pancakes, you know, lousy writing, cliché writing and I’m telling you this for a reason. She was the first to get to Patrick Lane. She must have grabbed him by the shoulders and Lorna said “try scotch”. So she, I think it was she, who gave Patrick a glass of scotch, wetted his lips and Patrick was revived. Patrick got back to the table and his father was a rodeo rider so he gets back on the horse, right? Gets back to the table and he says with Kate holding the cursor as well “Tom why did you do that number on me”? And that’s when Tom told us most of the dark revelations of his life in Fort San.
Now Gertrude Storey (**phonetic) disappeared that night; went upstairs, started writing. As of that night, absolutely as of that night she changed her way of writing. She got real honest, she got really searching and she wrote, I think she wrote, I think the story was called “Das Angeline Compt” (**phonetic). Uhmmm a haunting story that got published the second she sent it out.
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