so this phone? it butt dials the police. well, since i carry it in my front pocket i might dial with another item. tmi. i have butt dialed the police a dozen times. more. every time before my phone would ring. did someone there make an emergency call to 911? oh, no. i guess i just butt dialed the police. sorry. until a couple weeks ago. i was visiting friend in an apartment complex. which was a good accident. the location, i mean. my phone rang. did someone at this number call the police? sorry. but i must have just butt dialed you. i dont know why but my phone does this all the time. there is an officer downstairs and he wants to speak to you. now i need to add what we were talking about when i butt dialed the police. no it was not anarchy. or ferguson. we were talking about willam s burroughs sr. and william s burroughs jr. about how i got drunk with bill jr when he was on his second liver because why the hell would i know that? etc. about how bill jr warned me that if i took that apprenticeship with ginsberg he would hunt my blonde ass down and corner it. etc. about aiming shotguns at barns. would you go downstairs and speak to the officer? well, no, i wouldnt. this really has nothing to do with me. i bought this phone and it has some default setting i cant turn off. i did not call the police. my phone called the police. sir, would you please go down stairs and speak to the officer? no. i just told you why. this is not an emergency. this is a telephone that called your number while i was sitting here. the conversation continued. in every case i insisted that i was not going to speak to anybody anywhere about anything. that this was becoming an invasion of my privacy. meanwhile we were furtively spying on the cops downstairs in the street with all their lights blazing. thank god that we were in a three story building surrounded by three story buildings. the cops come out here every day. my host adds. would you speak to the officers downstairs on the telephone? briefly. so the officer downstairs called. and he used my name. god damn electronics. evidently the reason why he needed to speak to me in person was. there might be a victim of domestic violence trying to call the police and we need to make sure. did you hear the conversation we were having when my phone accidentally butt dialed the police line? no. then all you are going on is your imagination. i am not here to entertain your fantasies. they eventually did drive away. i need a new phone.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 02:56:44 +0000
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