Below is a two-minute or so long podcast—a collection of several sound files recorded before Christmas last year—that I recently put together using Audacity for the Mac.
One morning, I heard my name being called out.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the police.
I wasn’t being arrested. Nor was anyone asking me to wave the white flag, put my hands up, and get some pants on.
(This is a work of fiction. Or not.)
She started it.
She stepped on my left foot, without even asking permission, or, for that matter, without even introducing herself.
Not that I was interested at all in finding out who she was.
A frenemy made me do it.
Yes, a frenemy: someone I hadn’t seen, heard from, let alone hung out with in the past three years; a period in which I switched civil statuses, apartments, and jobs (in that order).
From out of nowhere, the guy called me up, asked me how I was, and offered me to become a part of something worthwhile.
SO IN comes a text message prompting the phone to buzz and beep, buzz and beep, buzz and beep. The table trembles a little but it is ignored and so is the red light on the smartphone that keeps on flashing. It is a quarter of an hour before the deadline of a writing exercise and I choose to stick to the routine, a task easier said than done. Continue reading
“To our friends who know the worst about us but refuse to believe it.”— drinking toast