tds

Phone rings, this morning, at six-thirty six. I answer.

Me: Hello?
Them:...Hi, is Joe there?
Me: No. He's never here. Go away.
Them: But this is his number...
Me: No, it isn't. Goodbye.
Them: Are you sure this isn't his number?
Me: Just as sure as i was when you called two days ago, & i told you the same thing.
Them: But--
Me: Get killed.

I hang up. This was, by the way, the first of THREE calls for Joe Herr i've recieved today. I'm officially done with this. The last person i know will never call back; this nutsack most likely will, maybe in six hours.

I think i've had an epiphany. I average about six a year, so i'm on schedule.

I have nothing to say. Only writing this because i was tired of seeing the last one.