XPost: alt.slack, alt.morons   
   From: nobody@dizum.com   
      
   I had amnesia, a miserable existence.   
   But then the "victim" turned up alive. I was released.   
   We were in a band together. I went to the the house of   
   the bass player. She had the black leather jacket of the   
   arsehole who faked his own death. I put the jacket on the   
   bed and punched it for 5 minutes until my fists bled.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)