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after ripping the bedcover from the bed, i notice the phone message light flashing. how nice of my wife to leave a message for me before i even arrive!
push one, push star the voice message begins. the voice is female but not my wife's.
"damn it, where are you, why don't you call me back? i just wanted to let you know that carlos and iggy are looking for you. please, please, please call me back, shit!"
obviously the message was meant for the previous occupant. suddenly i realize how boring my life is. carlos and iggy have never come looking for me, and even if they did i doubt anyone will tell me that they are.
i re-listened to the message several times pretending it was for me.
the message became my obsession. who were these people and what exactly is going on. i invented hundreds of scenarios. perhaps carlos and iggy were big time cuban cigar dealers looking for their american connection. perhaps carlos and iggy were an older gay couple looking for the former occupant to claim his newly born puppy begat from their shar-pei, ginger snap. perhaps carlos santana and iggy pop were trying to find a drummer for their new co-operative recording together.
a guy named bob once looked for me, but no one called to warn me.
Posted by griff at May 01, 2002 01:30 AM