12 Hour Phone Card

12 hour phone card... I found one the other day sitting there minding its own business waiting for a phone call. I picked it up, he looked at me annoyed, and I smiled at him and he tried to bite me. The 12th street bus to Michigan and West Chicago pulled to the curb and the doors opened grandly and the driver looked at me... He spit and closed the doors the bus hauled off, leaving me and the 12 hour phone card in a grey cloud of muffler snot. I found a payphone(yes they're still around) and I punched in the number that was on the front. A couple beeps later a voice picked up and seduced me, I looked at the card and laughed, the voice laughed and told me to hang up. I had no idea who that was, or what drove me to doing that, I placed the 12 hour phone card down on top of the payphone and walked to the next bus stop. A bus pulled up and the doors opened grandly as I were a King. I got on and rode to the closest stop to the Suburbs and walked the rest of the way home. I smoked a couple cigarettes on the way home and my mother caught me, she yelled at me, I laughed and said I would quit. I later remembered that 12 hour phone card was for gamblers anonymous to help coop with addiction... and I found two blocks away from the MGM Casino... I pulled another cigarette out and lit it, and I walked with my mind racing and there I found myself rambling on and on about irony and metaphor and how we all should just take one big **** on life and flush it down the toilet we call death.