Don't Call Me Late For Dinner Or On Time For Dinner Don't Bother

I wrote to Joe the other day over text message. Now I don't have a phone because my stupid phone died. This is life. This is what life smells like. My point is that I don't know if Joe wrote back or not because my phone got wet inside my pocket during a rainstorm and died. I don't know if anyone has tried to contact me. Not having a phone is like floating in something thick. Here's Joe's stacked part from St. Losers edited real nicely by Gabe Kehoe.