LUDIC LOG

PERCY: Price was a good guy, even if his name was Price. Who am I to complain? My name is Percival. It's really a shame that he died, although he probably would have wanted it that way.

INTERVIEWER: Anything else?

PERCY: Yeah. Price was one wierd motherfucker. I'd like to be quoted on that.

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SHIELA: Price was a seriously fucked-up individual. He was a lot of fun to hang around, maybe because he was so incredibly fucked up that he made you feel better about your own fucked-upedness.

INTERVIEWER: Were you attracted to him?

SHIELA: Well, he was kind of creepy, but creepy can be okay. He was rich, which is always nice, and he wasn't all that bad looking. But I could never have fucked him, because he was so skinny and weak.

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NICK: Everybody makes such a big deal about how much acid Price ate, but he was really in control. He knew what he was doing. When it came to drugs, Price was one of the most in-control guys I ever met.

INTERVIEWER: What about women?

NICK: Price should have stuck to drugs.

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T.J.: Sure, Price was gorgeous. Everybody thought so. Physically, he was like the perfect guy.

INTERVIEWER: Why didn't you ever go out with him?

T.J.: He never asked me. He never went to bed with any woman he really liked. I wouldn't have done it if he did ask me; he was a little too messed up in the head. Even for me, I mean. But he never asked, not any of us. He cared about us too much.

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PICKUP: Who knew what that dude was singing about all the time. I don't know what it is that everybody goes apeshit over some burnout kid with a fifty-year-old squeeze box, but he drew a pretty good crowd.

INTERVIEWER: Why didn't you ever offer him a headlining slot?

PICKUP: He didn't draw that big a crowd. Besides, I'm not sure if I want my club packed with the kind of people who would pay to see Price Western.

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MARTIN: He did not like to drive the car. Because of what is happen to his mother and father, he does not drive the car. So he has to take cab to get to club. I live down the street from him, I drive cab, I tell him: you let me take you, I will be for you chauffer.

INTERVIEWER: What did you think about him?

MARTIN: He is good tipper. He is funny. He call me "Bear", because I am Russian. I tell him I am Martin Novrilsky, he says "you are Bear", for Russian bear. I think at first, he is the faggot? Because of how he is dressed, and he is always smell like a girl and talk so soft. He always was with the pretty girls, but still I think maybe he is the faggot. Then for Christmas he give me one hundred dollars tip.

INTERVIEWER: What then?

MARTIN: Then I think, maybe they are not so bad, the faggots.