dreaded phone call to an old roommate who you’ve never forgiven for using your credit card to buy porn that one time

5/'05


Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t- Sup bro?!  Oh, nothing, just calling you back. How’s uh…How’s the wife and kids? Ooooh…divorced. Right. Welp, happens to the best of us. I mean…not me-I’ve never been married, but my uncle was divorced. He’s not a bad guy. Yeah, anyway, I was just calling real quick, cause- a drink? Um, actually I don’t really drink anymore. Haha, yeah I know, ‘the duke’ died a long time ago. Actually I had some pretty serious problems for a while there, and I’d really rather not- uh…just a car accident and a lot of legal trouble. Yeah. No, but…yeah, we should uh get together some time…catch up or whatever. Actually, I gotta jet, I’ve got uh…some laundry I have to…go…pick up…at the store. Shopping! I’m going shopping…uh, at the clothes store. So…but, no, yeah…definitely give me a call…um…not at this number, though…actually, I’ll call you. Just don’t call here anymore, okay? Good talkin’ to you, buddy. Jesus Christ.