Monday, December 10, 2007

why I don't text

My phone chirped with a Text Message on Saturday morning. I hoped it was Charlie letting me know that I had left my hat and mittens in his refrigerator, but no, this message was from a number unrecognized and unnamed on my phone.

Police are on their way to BITCH's apt. I can call back in an hour.
Did I do something on Friday that would have involved the police?

Why are random text messages from people I don't know so much more exciting than my real life?

There's a story there. No, I'm not going to write a play about it. You write a play about it.