luckyseven, what took ya so long? Thank you very much again, above and beyond...
It's like AJ as a missing young lady who is no longer in college and looking toward a bright future is lost in what is being done in her name. People don't need AJ for a cause or a phenom, they care for the real girl. Where is she?
This is first blush just reading off
your transcript, haven't heard his voice yet, and don't really want to. I feel for ya.
I'm finding it hard to think about Hadsell. Who says this stuff? He taunts people, like the things he says about his mom and wife and other things he chooses to say, about people who are close to him. I read his inferences in the most cynical light, because it seems the only way to understand him and understand where AJ may be. He sounds like a conniver. He excuses all his crime, most interestingly, to a certain date, having become a better man. Again, I think he's trying to distract LE with more current associations by distracting to an earlier date. He is just strange about women and boundaries and you hear it in his words. Hadsell is completely in another world where AJ is nothing more than a gone step daughter and cause to make him look good, get him on TV, and to raise money. It's his way of making the best of yet another dumb impulsive thing he did, it seems to me. His point being she's not the only kid he loves, he has a whole bunch more to exploit. This conversation was to jerk the chains of his crew on the outside, to let them know he's not going down alone. This was my first impression of Hadsell talking to himself (air or vapidity on the other end of the line?), from your transcript luckyseven.
Boundary issues and he's always the victim, they tempted him, in his mind, it seems:
"like Cecelia Johnson... I touched her, not physically, but I met her on my bus ride back from"
"Women scared me because of the accusations with my ex-wife… women scared me to death"
He expects loyality:
"I need my friends to come together and to remind me that I'm this guy that did all this stuff for people and, um, that they still got my back… because I promised myself I wouldn’t be here in this bed again talking to something, anyone, on the phone. I would never lose control of my life again, and I broke that promise to myself, *voice cracking* even though it’s for my family. It’s still hard to break promises regardless of what face you attach to it, you know?"
What face, Hadsell, do you attach to it?
How many times can a man damn himself with his own words before you stop believing him?