I sleep by day, and wake at night. I’ve taken to avoiding some interactions with some particular people at the expense of their patience and respect for me, and even their emotions. Hell, every goes through it, I’m not going to be an ass and tiptoe around the truth. If I don’t want to deal with people, then I obviously want to deal with the consequences. But when I’m awoken by my cellphone, early in the evening, by someone whose number I haven’t saved…
402 – 982 – 0847
I have the paranoid feeling that someone’s trying to scare the living shit out of me, especially when a girl who has a crush on me sends Butthole Surfers lyrics via text out of the fucking blue, I’ve got paranoia black and thick as coffee dragging through my brain.
Please, if you know who this cat is, let me know, because I’m about to flip a fucking lid up in this motherfucker, man! I’m afraid to fucking call back’n find out who it is, like flames’n lightning’re gonna shoot out at me.
