buzz, buzz, buzz.
Who do I know from Las Vegas? Nobody. No voicemail
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Who do I know from California? Nobody. No voicemail
Buzz, buzz, buzz
Rhode Island?
Buzz, buzz, buzz
Omaha. Better answer this: “If I could save you money on your automatic peat dispenser…” No, I don’t have an automatic peat dispenser. Voice doesn’t stop, doesn’t answer questions, doesn’t ask questions…
*Slowly sinks into madness…Tim Curry maniacal look on face 
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
I text, “I’m on my way.”
Reply from phone: “Who is this?”
“You called, I answered, just getting into the car”
“You’re coming here?”
“Of Course.”
“How do you know where to go?”
“I’ve been waiting for your call…I’ve been following you for weeks! I can hardly wait to see you face to face!”
“Who is this really?”
“Look at your last call. The one at 10:42. It’s me!”
“Well you don’t know where I live do you! I’m leaving!”
“I know you’re not. You don’t even have your coat on. It’s freezing out here! I don’t want you to catch cold and end up in the hospital like last year.”
“Wait, how did you know about that?” I don’t know but it was a 50/50 shot…
“Apparently this phone scam doesn’t pay all that well. That’s a really messed up car! Did you get it at an auction?”
“How do you know what kind of car I have?!!!”
“Drone…” I play a youtube video in the background so he hears the drone sound.
He hangs up. I call him back. He doesn’t answer. I call him periodically through out the day.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I’m right around the corner when you’re ready.”
I called back today, phone is disconnected.
Measureable progress 