February 22, 2004
Text of The Voice Mail.
I didn't get to bed until like 3:30 AM this morning, and when I woke up there was a message waiting on my phone. I was like "who called me at 4AM?" So I dialed the retrieval number and heard what sounds like a 13 or 14 year old urban youth chastising me for an unmet social engagement. Here's an mp3 of the message, and a transcript follows. Please note that this message contains vulgarity and should not be played/read aloud to small children or religious people.
"Man, Josh, you was supposed to meet me at the gas station so we could go eat them girls' coochie? Man you just don't know. I went, they was rubbin they pussy on my head -- felt so good. Man, then they was suckin' my dick, should have been there dude. Ah, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Ok. First of all, let me assure you that I DID NOT MAKE PLANS TO MEET A TEENAGER AT A GAS STATION TO "EAT THEM GIRLS' COOCHIE", as he so eloquently put it. That said, I should like to figure out why the kid addressed me by name, and his tone did not sound like a smirky teen making a crank call, but rather exactly as his message suggests, like somebody who had actually made plans to do something and then was disappointed, but not angry, about his friend missing out on the fun and excitement.
Posted by Josh at February 22, 2004 05:21 PM