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One of the reasons why I'm friends with Russ is because he's not afraid to be different. Nobody else I know would try to call me all weekend long and leave weird messages on our family phone's voice-mail. Friday's voice-mail was a short poem, but my favorite was Sunday's 10-minute voice-mail story about some guy who died. Sorry I wasn't there to answer the phone, brotha. But know that that you did indeed brighten my weekend while at the same time confused and confounded my parents. "Who's reading a story over the phone?!" Two birds with one stone! Good stuff, Russ. Good stuff.
Posted by Allison at August 30, 2004 02:11 PMI wasn’t reading a story … I was driving an automobile whilst reciting a monologue from a play called “The Diviners” that I was in both in high school and college. If my little messages cause one smile, make someone to think twice or be confused then my mission on this pale blue dot is complete. I was just downhearted that nobody was there to receive my call. I love leaving messages though.
Posted by: RAD at August 30, 2004 02:49 PM