the call.

the call came late last night.
i had been out most of the day - running errands, avoiding calls from unknown callers, getting shit done. the usual. it seemed like i had seen nearly every street in this town - and i do mean it when i call it a town. you know what i mean, i know you do. we all pass the same people over and over and wonder - about them, who they are, why are they always outside meinhardt. that sort of thing.
i knew they'd find me eventually. they knew i was here somewhere, as it so happened after my full day, which included time in west van and richmond, i was at home - not hiding but alone and comfortable in the knowledge i was inside. away from the masses. i must have fallen asleep on the couch as what i heard next woke me from my slumber. the phone. my land line, crackling away. i looked at the call display, it was them. on their way back from dinner i suspected, looking for me and answers, as before.
i answered -
'hello'
'garn?'
'yes'
i could here the sound of the skytrain in the background.
'who does that song...? doh doh doo do do do, runnin' back to saskatoon?'
'the guess who'
'the guess who?'
'yes'
'ok, i'll let you go....'
'ok'

it was time for bed. another call may come but i won't answer. but if another question comes, the answer will probably be ELO.

g. xo