[TRAILHEAD] is the thirteenth file of the Princeton Tapes received by Reddit/Discord user TheSharp0ne on February 21, 2018.
Transcript[]
Vince: Where's the mic on this… Okay. So, I was walking down Nassau, and this girl is handing out pamphlets. “Zines”, as she called them. On the front page, or, uh, the cover I guess, is this big blown up picture of a grey alien with huge eyes, FAKE AS SHIT, mind you, but it caught my attention and it helped that she was extremely cute. So I took one and shoved it in my back pocket. I’m done at the bank, I do my running around and I almost forget completely about her until I sit down to work on some stuff and have coffee at PJ’s.
Waitress: Hi, sorry — would you like coffee?
Vince: Huh? Oh no, I’m fine, thank you.
Yeah, so, I start leafing through this thing and it is surprisingly dense. It is maybe.. ten pages, uhm, of very very tiny text. Now, anyway I am looking through this and on the last page is a special little blurb that they dedicate to true crime. I see there, right below some white collar bullshit and minor heists: my name. Vinny. Now, obviously this is not about me, I’m not in trouble and the article brief says it’s some podunk town in Pennsylvania that this happened. Now I’m laughing it off and I turn the page to the back cover to check out the rest. And I swear everything stood still. You know what I see on the back of this thing? I see me on the back cover of this pamphlet. But- but of course it’s not ACTUALLY me, but this Vincent, the surviving victim of some creep pastor, who got torn apart by some equally crazy murderer, or animal, or something, was a kid. And he looked JUST like me. It was a splitting image of me as a five year old kid. It’s dark now but I swear this is some prank. I don’t know if the guys disappeared on me and this is some sick way of trying to say sorry and get back in my good graces- I- I don’t know. But I am going to try to find the girl who prints this shit tomorrow, see if she’s in on it. Or uh, at the very least, see if she knows what this is about.
[Ends]