phone post

[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK

Comments

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[orangetoughguy]

glad youre fine

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[whitetwoguns]

thx

just got carried away

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[orangetoughguy]

feeling better?

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[whitetwoguns]

sober now yeah

[with a hangover, with regrets, still sporting a sore spot in the chest]

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[orangetoughguy]

alright thanks for letting me know

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[orangetoughguy]

can i come over?

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[whitetwoguns]

im not at the apartment feel free to go over there

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[whitetwoguns]

i wasnt going to do anything stupid

no drugs just weed

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[orangetoughguy]

[THE NERVE OF YOU TEXTING AFTER THAT LAST REPLY.]

thats good

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[whitetwoguns]

[he wasnt thinking that Freddy would mean come and see him]

none of that at all together or not

[because he's clean and sober]

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[whitetwoguns]

i realize what kinda message that was sending and its not what i want to do

so you know

i feel bad about what that must have done to you

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[whitetwoguns]

maybe see you around sometime

take care

CALLING YOOOOUUUUU

[orangetoughguy]

[Ring ring ring :(]

RINGING 1/2

[whitetwoguns]

[oh shit oh shit oh shit.]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Let it go to voicemail. If he wanted to talk he would have text he would just--]

Hello.

[orangetoughguy]

....Hi.

[Okay what now, Newendyke, what now.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He'll clear his throat.]

I hope your night wasn't ruined.

[orangetoughguy]

Naw. It was okay.

[Soft spoken and slower than the average Freddy.] I had cheesey fries.

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah? Good.

[Makes him feel a little better. A tiny little small bit.]

Those are good with onions on top.

[Defaulting to food talk. Well.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, I had'em with onions.

[His breath is something awful right now. Aren't you glad you can't smell it, Larry?]

You eat yet?

[whitetwoguns]

[Empty empty empty feeling on the inside right now. Oh man.]

No, not yet.

[orangetoughguy]

You wanna...wanna grab a bite?

[It takes more balls than you'd know to pony up that invitation.]

[whitetwoguns]

[For a moment he nearly asks whether or not it's okay. Look who is calling who.]

Okay.

[Man up, Dimick. Be an adult about it. You're hurt. You're angry. Join the goddamn club.]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's okay Dimick, Freddy here needs time to prepare too. Almost he feels like he sounds stupid for having suggested it at all, like he's copping out of his own invite.]

Tomorrow? Maybe a lunch?

[whitetwoguns]

Tomorrow?

[A day shouldn't make a lick of difference. The old man in those few seconds already set his teeth on wanting to see this man again. Tomorrow then.]

Sure. Tomorrow's just fine.

[He wanted today, right now. Right back where they used to be. Nothing works like that.]