I called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and called and.

I didn’t really call her 15 times, but the song does. She never answered the phone. She never called me back. Nobody ever does.

On a side note, I keep seeing things moving at the edges of my vision. I took a lot of acid in the 70s and 80s, so hopefully it’s that and not schizophrenia. Hell, maybe I’d get disability if it was schizophrenia. I could use the money.

My other personality wants to tell an old Lenny Bruce joke. Frankly, his new jokes stink.

So this kid gets home from school and his mom is waiting for him with a handful of tubes of airplane glue. “I found these in your room. Are you hooked?” “Nah, I’m stuck.”

I’m stuck too.

This song took 9 days to finish, mostly because I ignored it for 7 of them. Eventually I just stuck empty spaces into the very first version.