Phone Call

Alex called me back. This after me calling him earlier in the evening. I’ve felt bad that I haven’t been out and about much, especially since I’ve been prepping to go out and about with a ton of folks this weekend. So, I called Alex to see how things have been, and to see if he might want to hang out Friday or Saturday.

He’s working with Stu on a film project, so there’s a slight chance he’ll catch up with us. He called right as I was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom, my hands caked with Comet and soap. We somehow got into this big long conversation about the state of poetry, and threw around a lot of interesting questions.

My friends are cool. I just wanted that on the record.