Um, I'll see you tomorrow. I might be a bit late, but I will be there this time. Uh, so, call me back tonight. Anyway ... OK? I stand beside you I face the future I'll admit to you I am afraid I am afraid As I stand beside you I have denied you I am afraid I am not drunk now I am not pilled down My windows wound down I am not brainwashed I am not running I am not hiding My bet's still riding I am afraid I swing you high-o I swing you low-a I see your eye-o I see you grow-a I hear you crying Your brother's dying Be no more lying I am afraid Ruth's radio show RUTH: Well, who'd have thought it? Thanks to my expose, all hell broke loose for Ray High as the "Porno Pen Pal" story burst upon us this week. It started harmlessly enough when pretty American fifteen-year-old Rosalind Nathan wrote to her pop hero, Ray High. I am afraid As I stand beside you I have denied you I am afraid I stand beside you I face the future I'll admit to you I am afraid By my religion I stand here naked I cannot fake it With God as witness My little children Who wait for feeding I watch you bleeding I am afraid I am afraid As I stand beside you I have denied you I am afraid I stand beside you I face the future I'll admit to you I am afraid RUTH: High, one-time psychedelic flower child, now turned alcoholic vegetable, frantically encouraged a sordid series of what can only be described as letters. This steamy correspondence climaxed in this wide-eyed, innocent fourteen year-old's now infamous photo, with its suggestion of nakedness, underage necrophilia, and incest. High issued a series of what can only be described as "instructions" by return-of-post allegedly inducting this vulnerable little waif into his so-called secrets of stardom. She opened her heart to him. She loved to sing. But he seized upon her gullibility to test out his weird theories. Why did he encourage her? What was he after? Was she pushed? I think we should be told. Now there's been a dramatic new development. Although Ray High's albums have been re-released this week, decent normal people will be more interested in young Rosalind. She's a brilliant songwriter, a brilliant singer, and with my help, has just released a brilliant new record. I predict a smash hit for this talented, sexy, nubile young singer so rudely abused by that slimeball, Ray High. Ray arrives at Rastus' place RAY: What the fuck are you doing here, Ruth? You've come to gloat, have you? RUTH: I'm with Rastus. RAY: Rastus? ... You? ... Rastus? RUTH: Yeah. I'm staying here as his guest. He's worried about the scandal. Thinks it could be the end of you. RAY: Ruth, what do you really want? What are you doing here?