Ba-Ding!
Wh-what?
My phone's all lit up.
I roll over and pick it up.
One new text.
It's 4AM, who the fuck is texting me now.
I look in the messages.
Unknown number, one message:
"Send moon pics!!"
...what?
I reply. "Can't your ass see the damn moon?"
They're typing.
"Cloudy :("
Oh for god's sake. I look outside. Clear starry night. Big ass round full moon.
"Where the fuck are you that you can't see the moon?!" I reply.
more typing.
"In the club :("
In the club?!?!? What?!?
"How the fuck are there clouds in the club?!?!"
They thought for a while
"... condensation?"
I'm going to have a conniption fit in a fuckin second.
I remembered a classic data acquisition method. One from the cold war playbook.
"New phone, who dis?" I asked
A pause.
Donk! A picture. Of a massive snoot and two yellow eyes against a camera. My guy looked about 45.
"Fine, fuck it, hang on" I replied.
I stood up, pointed my camera at the large lunar object and snapped a picture.
"There" I said and attached the picture.
A pause, then a hurried typing.
"Awwoooooooooooooo!!!!! Thank youuuuuuuuuuu!!"
As I read, my ear twitched.
Wait, was I imagining things or could I hear a...
Now I could hear a car alarm.
...oh fuck, not again...
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