My friend lives across the country and being the young adults that we are, we communicate with our cell phones. But see, he can only talk for more than a few minutes after 9pm because earlier than that is when some electrochip on some satellite high above in outer space is digitally stimulated and made to secretly shoot a lazer beam down through the Stratospheres and Atmospheres, all of 'em, down into the minute robotics and digital signals, into the intangible guts of checking acounts stored on Microsoft computers, subsequently burning a red hot hole thru his own dollar bills for every minute he gabs on the phone to me about our mutual frustrations as people who want to be making a difference in this world and living our lives to the fullest but who just couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't living up to it, that the focus of our lives needed to be sharper. (And this is all approved by Homeland Security as well.)
Guess I better wait to call until after 9pm west coast time. It's 11:57 here and so it is 8:57 there.
Ah hell, why wait three minutes. Might as well.
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