The Electric Cry of Sang Wan
I was just listening to the phone ring here and have decided that it will haunt me for the rest of my life. Almost three times a week, my old friend Sang Wan (whom is currently being written about in my chapters but has fallen into bad graces and consequently isolation from my inner ring) calls our apartment. But, Sang Wan knows that I screen calls so he let's the phone ring for a good ten minutes. I'm not kidding, that is no exageration. Last night, that phone rang for ten minutes. Why in God's name would someone let a phone ring for ten minutes. What creepy person would sit on the other end and listen to a phone ring that long thinking either two things; one, that I might actually be home and screening and by letting it ring will annoy me to the point of actually talking to someone, or two, if I let it ring long enough he might come home at that very time and run to the phone. I don't know but he's a scary sad little guy. I won't be missing that weird dude.
