Wednesday, June 3, 2009

miked.

last night my phone rang at one am. i thought it might be jackie, the 561 area code, so i picked up. low and behold it was mike kurtz, my neighbor and classmate from preschool to grade 12 - I have been avoiding his calls since december.

this is why:


Me: Hello?

Mike: ROBIN!

Me: Mike. You finally got me to pick up the phone. Who's number is this?

Mike: Irrelevant, McIntosh. What's up.

Me: Nothing.

Mike: I was just thinking about the time Blake, you and I were sitting on the trampoline, remember that?

Me: Yes.

Mike: And Blake told you that you came in somewhere between a pixie and a troll.

Me: He smelled like beef cubes!

Mike: And remember when you egged my house and I got in huge trouble and you told me to tell my Mom you were making cookies? As an excuse?

Me: I was wise beyond my years.

Mike: Remember our secret spot behind the fire station?

Me: that was MY spot asshole.

Mike: Remember when you told Gabe you didn't want to date him anymore and he tried to drown himself in the pool? Cold hearted, Robin, cold hearted.

Me: REMEMBER YOU USED TO MAKE ME BIKE AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH A ROPE TIED AROUND MY WAIST? AND YOU USED TO WEAR ROLLERSKATES AND MAKE ME DRAG YOU?? REMEMBER THAT? HUH? REMEMBER THAT?!!

.... silence.

sun!


 
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