Photog called me today. I immediately hit the ignore button, hoping he'd
leave a message and hoping that message didn't say he had a non-curable
I mean...what else could we possibly have to discuss?
"The local neo-soul place is having a mini-concert of these people you
never heard of. Hopefully, I, the guy you never want to be in the same
room with would like to see you there." Not the exact message but what
translated in my head.
A vision of him flashed before my eyes.
Short. Big head. Socially awkward. A little angry.
I pressed delete, hoping it would erase my memory of him and his of me.
Hoping I would be absolved of just one of my sins.