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Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I'm going to call Howard, and then say, "HOward, will you be my friend?"

Howard says, "Yes."

"HOward, you have to answer my calls. And if you don't answer, you have to call me back. And if you don't hear from me, you have to keep calling and calling and calling and calling until I answer. And if I don't sound like how I normally do, you have to hang up, and call again later. Always. Promise?"

Howard is super smart. He says, "Promise."

"Howard, you have to promise to always call and TXT-message me until I answer back. EVen if it's stupid. LIke about cars and people and the weather and all that kind of crap."

"Promise," Howard says.

Then we cahnge topics. "HOw's the cat?"

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