Fu***n A.
Slap me.
Do Not Answer called me. I recognized the number right away. I took a deep breath and answered.
Me: Hello
Do Not Answer: Hey what's up
Me: Nothing how are you
Do Not Answer: Good.You called me yesterday
Me: Yes
Ok. I know what you're thinking. Who is "Do Not Answer".
It's Mr. Henry, and in my defense, I was on my way to Old Man Benjamin's house. I was listening to a CD when I started feeling sad, nostalgic...and in my quick moment of weakness I called.
No one answered. I hung up without leaving a voicemail.
He called me tonight when I was on my way to Brian's place.
Ahhh.
Don't worry. I'm not that stupid. I'm not going back down that road.
I just had a quick, really quick moment. It's over now.
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I thought I was the only one who put Do Not Answer. I have six of them and can't remember whos number belongs to who. lol.
I know. I don't remember how many I have, I just wish I didn't recognize Mr. Henry's!!! Damn!
See, that's why I told you to leave the names in.
I'm feeling weak too but I'm not holding a seance to talk to the dead...
Keeping the names in doesn't help either...there used to be this little feature on my old phone where I could block the number altogether...sigh
I KNEW it was Mr. Henry! At first I thought you weren't even gonna tell us.
But, yeah, listen to your gut!
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