Ravings of a Textual Deviant

I got another “I need” phone call from my dad last night. He needed to find some documents. Fine. I told him where they were. I did not tell him where he could put them.

Then, he needed me to come in tomorrow (which would now be today). Even when it felt like I was spending half my life at the lab, Thursday nights were always booked. Have been for years. Thursday night is Game Night…even when it’s not, if you get my drift. He knows this. He’s been reminded. And nobody is in a garbage bag in the woods. Yet.

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