Phone rings.
It's a friend. "Where are you?" she asks.
"I am...," I respond.
"What? Where are you?"
"I am..."
"I am..."
Why couldn't I say where I was? Because I didn't know where I was.
Three minutes later: An empty bag of Funyuns, an open bottle of champagne, a room that resembled my living room. Ah, I was home. How long had I been here?
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Where am I?
Stumble it!
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3 COMMENTS:
Good thing you made it, they were going to leave you on the curb...and don't ask who I am, you won't remember anyways.
you are a mess.
But, damn, I like messes.
Funyuns you say? All is good!
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