fresh rust

[kenny]

I woke up to the phone ringing; my neck was cocked in some horrible direction when the telephone informed me that someone wanted to talk to me. I reached over grabbed the phone and made an attempt to answer, but still incoherent from the night before I decided I should just end the call. I could not form a single rational thought and therefore I am guessing I mumbled or rambled something that made me seem asinine prior to disconnecting the line. Now let’s stumble forward a few hours, a bit haggard I decided to take something for the pain. I am guessing I managed to do this because I blacked out. I am not quite sure how long I was out, I am guessing around three (3) hours and I ended up dislodging my head out from in between the couch cushions and with my exquisite luck my head was now cocked in a completely new direction. With my neck now stiff and my eyes hurting from being completely dehydrated I sat down here at my machine. I checked my messages and saw that a friend said to call them. I press play on winamp and the song “It’s the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)” poured out from the speakers. If it is the end of the world I don’t feel fine you cocksucker, I shuffled for some Leonard Cohen and started to dial. I must have sounded great; she asked who it was to confirm who she was talking to. I announced myself and I started talking, what about - I barely recall. I remember what she told me, but the spew of shit that flung from my mouth is no longer stored anywhere to be revisited or reviewed. As I sat there I thought... Christ, déjà vu. This time I initiated the call but this is the same situation, I have found myself on the phone, unable to function. I excused myself before I said something completely unreasonable and I disconnected.

So let me ask you this. Have you ever eaten more acid than the average group of hippies in the 70’s and tried to talk to someone on the phone? I did this somewhere along the lines of my life on the outskirts of Vegas in some god forsaken town. Every number I dialed was answered by some lunatic that could barely speak English. And they thought it was funny to speak to me through one of those voice altering fisher price toys. I thought I was going mad so I kept dialing other numbers, everyone sounded the same. The digital distortion was too much; I had to discard my phone immediately. Well sure, looking back I was the real lunatic in this situation like most other times but there was one thing that remained true in this situation, I could not function on the phone. It seemed like some foreign object that I had no business using. Now I am not in some desert naked chewing on cacti and hunting rabbit down with some gun that is far to powerful to be in my hands at this point but I am nearly naked in my house, chewing on plastic with that same gun and the phone seems the same as it did that day. It was a useless brick of electronics and plastic that allows me to have brief foreign conversation that I regret the moment I disconnect. This is one of those weird moments, a moment where I feel no connection with the phone, or is it that I am just unable to communicate in general? I can type fine, but people man – what is going on with people? What the fuck am I even thinking? I guess this. Once again, I feel a bit of déjà vu creeping up.

This is where I stop and tell you there are a few pictures online for the digiCam project. Farewell.

[tonigirl]

I think you speak honestly I the phone. I have never encountered anyone else that will tell you " I am going to go now because I don't feel like talking to you anymore" There is absolutely nothing wrong with that! And yes I have eaten so much acid that the phone and nothing else in this world made any knid of sense what so ever.

[standroid]

Kenny, when you headed to Long Beach again? If you have the time go check out Catalina. I love it there.