Send me “☎” and my Muse will answer talk on the phone… drunk.
"Fine, if you ain’t gon’ tell me where Russell is, I’mma find him myself. Shitty world needs morea’ my citrusy humour.…okay but, if y’see me runnin’, please offer safe passage.”
"Sheeeeeel! Hey-hey, buddy. Look, I just wanted to say—‘cause it’s a nice thing, right, nice things’re…good to say..You’re awesome. Yeah. I mean, man. Nick? Y’know what he was like before he met you? Fuckin’ grumpy as shit. Like Eeyore with a fuckin’…stick up his ass, I don’t know.
But I mean, now? Now he can get freakin’ shot an’ still smile at stuff. Means…means the whole fuckin’ world, I guess. I look out for that kid, but I ain’t worryin’ ‘bout ‘im no more.
Oh yeah, also. Saturday. Nick’s on board, got a coupla’ others, too. Should be good, gonna have to sneak him out again, though. See ya then!”