Re-Random Calls

I wasn't right in the head, but no words were said except to the secretaries, a housewife, and machines. I left weird messages about fake products like a kind of heating pad only different. I spoke bad spanish. I was like a sad Jerky Boy but with no schedule or agenda; just depression and sometime pity sex from an ugly girlfriend. Finally I hit a low point, heard my own fallible voice. Talked for an hour to a too young housewife about Lyme and pick lines; about broken down cars, lost jobs, and suicide. We talked in an interview style and my stomach filled with bile; it came to an end and she broke through my line with a question of her own. She asked me my name to define the call as real and I gave her a fake name and hung up the phone.