Lou wanted to be noticed and understood, but he was so quiet. So one day he wrote the following poem:
a four or five piece band where three or four of the people don't play any instruments performed in front of an audience consisting solely of six foot two lesbians from Anchorage Alaska, a kind of healing feeling friendly Sam for a fortnight and a half a ham and cheese insinuating strenuous selfishness and culminating in concrete caribou tissue and crucified cats
After finishing the poem, Lou left it on the dining room table. Then he went into the bathroom, slit each wrist seven times and quietly died. No one noticed but everyone understood. No one noticed but everyone understood.