Sometimes you just have to let the voicemail pick-up.

The phone rang. I had a taco in one hand and a hydrocodone in the other. What to do? Feet were not an option. I was smoking a bong with my left foot and carbing it with the right. Echo and the Bunnymen were on iTunes (“Do It Clean”.) I was kind of multi-tasked out. Somehow, my brain formed these words while I was contemplating the estimate the mover gave me today while enduring pain-to-the-bone torture of recent dental work and wondering where to dispose of old computers.