Dear Glob,
If this comment posted by the Whale doesn't have you calling publishers to pick up his manuscript, I must question your literary taste:
Once years ago (and this is one of the very few "real" things that made its way into Haunted) -- I was in the Port Authority very, very late at night, a little drunk, and I called home so my father wouldn't worry. I called home, and somehow the lines got crossed, and this man picked up, and kept asking where I was, a woman picked up and frantically asked me if I was okay, where was I, etc. Even in my state I figured out that this wasn't my house, and these people thought I was their lost son--and I was sort of lost myself at that time; like three lost souls converging in the night.
Can't WAIT!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
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