Tuesday, November 5, 2013

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.

1 comment:

  1. It can be that wonky, right? It's not as if it dived under the sink. If you can't afford a new phone right now, then best see to the repair of this poor phone. Communication is important, and it's hard to miss on those messages!
    Mary Hagopian @ TelcoWorld.com.au