Saturday Night

Okay, here’s how lonely I am. Saturday night, another Saturday night of spaghetti and Law and Order on A&E. No big.  The phone rings.  “Hello.” Long pause. I can hear WWE wrestling in the distance. “Helllooooo. Who ‘s there? Hellooooo.” Belabored breathing on the other end. Then intentional belabored breathing. Why did I even pick up the phone? Fucking reflex. Fucking childhood reflex. Who even answers the phone anymore? Who even has a landline? Lonely people, that’s who.  Continued heavy breathing. “Like wrestling, huh?”  Pause in breathing. “Well, I’m watching Law and Order, yea, I’ve seen it. It’s comfort food. … Continue reading Saturday Night