Sunday, February 16, 2003

tonight, Mo received a telephone call. after chatting for less than 15 seconds, she handed the phone to, yours truly.

at first i though it might be Shannon, but it wasn't.

it was some guy who said his name was, Bob. he asked me how i was, what i was doing, what i had done throughout the day and such. i, asked him who he was looking for. telling him that he might have the wrong number. Bob said he had the correct number. Bob askd if i went to Chatham. i said no. i asked Bob what he wanted. "we want drugs", was the reply that came from another male voice in the background.

then there was a pause.

and then a, "fucking dykes!", yelled in the background. then again. then click.

people are pricks.


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