I slept around ten hours. A long time for me. Its the meds. Small price to pay for losing your life long fear of everything.
When I awoke, LP was calling. I ignored it.
On the way to NE’s job to drop her off, I texted “sup” to LP when sitting at a stop light. She immediately called. I ignored it since NE was already chatting up a storm to one of her friends.
After dropping off NE, I called LP.
“About time you picked up your phone, asshole!”
She had called the first time because she was lost in the city. I don’t know how you can be lost in this city. It’s like driving on grid paper. No crazy shit like Toronto or LA.
We talked for a minute or two, then she had to get off the phone due to a pestering passenger. She requested I call her.