Cunningham: Okay... Schmoo... I'm guessing that's not your real name first of all. Is there anything else you would like to go by?
Schmoo: Well my real name is Logan Barth but pretty much everyone calls me by that nickname. I like it better than my real name anyway. Schmoo was some old cartoon character but I think we spelled it differently the first time we wrote it... It sounds better the way it-
C: Well let's not get too carried away in the history of your nickname... I'm going to ask you a series of questions. I need you to answer with complete honesty.
S: Can do.
C: First of all, were you ever friends with a Fred Davis?
S: Mhm... I heard what happened and I was just dazed by the hell he must have been through... I'm still not over it. It's pretty hard to take.
C: Sorry I only have a few questions Mr. Barth... I mean uh, Schmoo.
S: The last time I saw him was the night he disappeared. Me and some other high school friends threw him a big party. He was really glad. It was a great way for him to see everybody again cause he had gone to university in the east. I went to the same university but the others hadn't seen him in like forever.
C: Okay. Do you know an Evan Smith as well by any chance?
S: Well yeah, of course.
C: What do you mean of course?
S: Fred is Evan Smith. I think he legally changed his name three or four years ago.
C: He changed his name? Please elaborate.
S: Yeah. During our university days we all had nicknames. I was Schmoo and it stayed with me since.
C: And how did Fred... or Evan get his name?
S: We had- well he had a psychology teacher by the name of Fred Davis that he absolutely admired. Evan would memorize his words and often quote him. As a joke we called him Fred Davis Jr. and I guess... it just stuck. Why?
C: So he changed his name?
S: Well it wasn't just that. He was part of some journal psychoanalysis club and decided he would go by that pen name. I guess that's how it really stuck. Not just to his writing but to his life...
C: Yes about that club...
S: They were a group of students all from the same dorm. Each member had a journal for writing stream of consciousness, dreams, or ideas that ran by them. They would meet regularly and discuss exactly what their feelings and ideas meant and would try to delve further into how the human mind worked and interacted with the environment.
C: And there wasn't a mother_nature? A crazy or distinctively cynical member among this group of people?
S: Mother nature? Well I wasn't in it myself so I wouldn't know... most of those kids were pretty crazy anyway. I wouldn't be able to narrow it down for you.
C: Interesting... I know it was a lot of trouble to get such a short interview going, but I don't really have anything left to ask you... You wouldn't know anything about Grand Gaia Industries by any chance?
S: It was Fred's new company. That's all I know.
C: Well... thank you very very much, Schmoo. I hope I wasn't too much of a hassle.
S: No. It was good talking. Keep me informed about what's going on. What happened completely destroyed my faith...
C: Will do. Once again, thanks.
Cunningham