With Tree living so far (15 minutes) away right now, we have been staying in contact the old fashioned way. No, we haven’t been using a messenger pigeon or snail mail – although I like the idea of both. I need to get a pigeon and his mailing address. We have been talking on the phone.
Each night, as he walks home from work, he phones me. I quite like it because it is as if I am with him. Last night, while making his way, he stopped at a convenience store for a snack. “I’ve got Twizzlers. What other candy should I get?” he asked me. “Maybe a Skor, I’ve always quite liked those.” “No,” he responded, “not chocolate. Something to go with Twizzlers and a protein shake. Mike and Ike it is.”
As he continued with his walk home, he was telling me stories about his day, many of which started with “I’m all….” “I’m tired of saying ‘I’m all,’ I’ve got to come up with something new, but Bi-Ass stole my story voice,” he informed me. “How does one steal your story voice?” I asked. “They just do,” he replied.
At some point he stopped at Redbox® and was reading the movie descriptions to me. “That’s what I want my job to be,” he told me. “What?” I asked. “Moviefone,” he answered. “I seriously think I could do that job. I wonder how much that pays. I could do radio. I did radio commercials in high school.” “Really?” I asked. “I could see that. You have a radio face.” “Well that is just rude,” he told me. “I know what that means. A radio face is someone with a sexy voice and an ugly face.” “Really?” I said, “Huh.”