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  • It was
    a weekday night
    nearing the witching hour.
    I was pissed off about something
    and
    was having a hard time falling asleep
    when the phone suddenly rang.
    considering the time of night,
    I figured it could only be trouble:
    somebody's car broke down
    and they needed a ride
    or
    someone argued
    with their wife or girlfriend all night long
    only to get kicked out
    and now needed a quick place to stay.
    the possibilities with matters such as these
    were always--always--endless.
    .
    yeah...
    more than likely
    it would be trouble of some kind.
    .
    but
    as far as I was concerned,
    trouble beat the boredom
    of the mood I was in.
    after about ten rings,
    I picked up the phone.
    .
    it was
    trouble all right.
    .
    somebody
    who was very angry
    was looking for someone else,
    whose name I didn't know.
    but
    then they wanted to know
    just who the fuck I was
    and
    how I figured in their life.
    he wanted an answer to that so really bad,
    that he started threatening me
    no less.
    .
    threatening me!
    .
    unbeknownst to him,
    I was primed and ready for all comers.
    so I let the guy dangle
    for a few infuriating moments
    while gloating by thinking
    that this trouble wasn't for me.
    it was for some other poor devil
    whose name I'd never know
    and
    who might not see tomorrow.
    so I told the angry prick
    to go fuck himself!
    and not too politely at that,
    and
    I promptly hung up on him
    and his bad self.
    .
    I just
    couldn't care less
    if he had my number prominently displayed
    on his fancy smartphone.
    after all,
    I had his, too.
    this was an impasse
    if ever I saw one.
    .
    what
    brilliant luck for a change,
    I thought.
    .
    a wrong number!
    .
    it
    won't get
    any better than that tonight,
    I figured,
    as I plopped down on my bed
    and
    rolled over in complete comfort
    and started dozing off to sleep
    like a baby.
    .
    .
    ©2016 Miles Ciletti
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