Transcript of Telephone Conversation between Charles Balis, M.D. and Mr. Decker Jenkins, Thursday, May 15, 1997 at 11:00 am.

Dr. Balis: Hello. Doctor Balis.
Mr. Jenkins: Dr. Balis? This is Decker...
Dr. Balis: Decker! Where are you? I've been extremely worried about you.
Mr. Jenkins: Oh, Doctor. I'm in some serious trouble. I think I'm going to die here.
Dr. Balis: Slow down, Decker. I need to know what's going on.
Mr. Jenkins: Let me try and explain. First of all, your drugs aren't doing shit. I take them and take them and Simian is still here. And they've made me lose my sense of time. There are a few hours of my life that I can't remember. But the worst is that I think they've made me do something really, really bad. You can take your drugs and shove them up your professional ass.
Dr. Balis: We can talk about the drugs, Decker. But what was really, really bad?
Mr. Jenkins: Your fucking drugs landed me in jail. I can't think straight when I'm on those things. Weird shit happens and I don't know how to deal with it. You made me a murderer, Doctor. Very professional. Where the hell did you get your degree from anyway, Asshole University?
Dr. Balis: Let's stop the name calling, Decker. Let's figure out what to do. Do you have a lawyer? Can you talk to me privately without incriminating yourself?
Mr. Jenkins: I'm sorry Doctor, it's just I don't know what's going on. I am in jail because I turned myself in. I turned myself in because Karen is dead.
Dr. Balis: Oh my. You turned yourself in? Did you kill Karen, Decker?
Mr. Jenkins: Let me start from the beginning. Last week, I think it was Wednesday or Thursday...I'm not really sure because all my days are beginning to run into each other...anyway, last Wednesday or Thursday, Karen and I got into this huge fight. She found my medication and was furious. She thought they were drugs: you know, like dope or coke or something. Anyway she threw a fit. Screaming and yelling at me. She threw the pills at me and began beating on me with a belt. The rage inside of me exploded. I threw her off of me and then I lost all track of time. I went white. All the rage in me blacked me out. Two hours later, I found myself in some alley, crouched down, crying and shaking. I walked back to the house and Karen was gone. I didn't want to stay there so I had to get out. That is when I called and left a message for you. I stayed on the streets for a while and then Friday morning, before I was going to come in for my session, I stopped by the bar to talk to Mr. Knopff. There were two police officers there and they told me that they needed to ask me a few questions. They asked me where I had been the night before and all day Thursday. I told them the truth--that I had been staying on the streets like a homeless person. They asked me when the last time it was that I saw Karen. I told them the truth again and said that it was a couple of nights before. Simian kept telling me what they were going to say and that I should lie because they were going to take me in. Why else would they be asking these questions? The police officers told me that Karen had been found dead in an alley the night before--that would've been Thursday. I began thinking and couldn't remember what had happened on Wednesday night. I could have killed her, Doctor. I don't remember.
Dr. Balis: Calm down, Decker. Let's try and sort this out. Where did you go after your fight with Karen on Wednesday?
Mr. Jenkins: How many times do you want me to say it...I don't remember.
Dr. Balis: Okay, Decker, do you think you killed Karen?
Mr. Jenkins: I don't know, I could have. I's all blank.
Dr. Balis: All right, this is what I want you to do. Let me try and work this out for you. You need to hold steady for a while. I will call the police and try to help you get out of there. Have they actually arrested you?
Mr. Jenkins: I don't know...when I told them that I think I might have done it, they asked me to go down to the station with them. I did and I've been here ever since. Doctor, they are making me get off the phone. I need to get out of here....I'm so fucking confused. Did I kill her, Doctor?
Dr. Balis: Well that's something we will try and figure out, Decker. Just hang tight; I'll help you but you need to try to relax. And get a lawyer. Don't talk to the police again without a lawyer. All right, Decker?
Mr. Jenkins: Okay, Doctor, but please hur...
Dr. Balis: Decker? Decker, are you there? Hello?
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