Bored of looking cool: “I think I’ll smash my face into this wall, and if it works, I’ll see you at the hospital. It hurts.” (“Bored of Looking Cool”,
Mad Staring Eyes) I am kicking rocks in a lone lot some-odd 50 ft.
from my house – aka, the extent of my travels, aside from work – and receiving ridiculous
phone calls from a deep-voiced “Blocked” caller with a 360 area code
who goes by “Tyrone”. Although he has yet to provide any comprehensible
clues as to where he got my digits (love that term), he has
told me that he loves me, to which I replied, “I don’t know who you are,
but thank you, all the same.” He asked my name, and I told him,
“Trixie.”
“That’s a nice name. What do you like to do?” Asked Tyrone.
I said, “Eat people,” and yawned before going back to sleep. Perhaps he is as bored as I.
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