Pat Montesian's drop-in transcripts — "I don’t have a septum no…"
I don’t have a septum no more. My septum’s been like fucking dissolved by coke. See? You see anything like a septum when I lift up like that?
Context
Three voices from the drop-in-hours collage: the fork through the hand, Alfonso's terror at his own head, the coke-dissolved septum offered for inspection. The grotesque here is all acquired — addiction literally editing the body.