when people listened to him…

he used to stay-up all night talkin’ on the phone with complete strangers…someplace in Iowa…big call-in service for the lonely and desperate…young …old…men…women…cross dressers…transexuals…folks that drink piss…daughters in search of daddies…young boys and their wayward ways…every freak in the nation converging on one phone line…waiting to be picked…wanting someone to talk to in the purple hours of the night when the soul gets lonely…when you just don’t care anymore…just a voice on the other line to let you know you’re not alone…

talked with people ’round the country…’bout various things…he didn’t care…talked with a girl in New York that ran away from home and a born-again step mom who’d sexually shamed her…spoke to an old man in Washington state that sold used cars during the daytime…wore dresses at night and a big blonde wig as he rode his bike through town…carried-on conversations with an older woman in New Jersey whose husband left her for a secretary…they took off to a condo in Florida and left her behind without a dime…had to get a job at the local Walmart…she was heart broken…he tried to heal her…

every night he called that 1-800 number…listenin’…just listenin’…he got real good at listenin’…came to the realization that nobody wanted to hear his thoughts…passions…nothin’ ’bout him…just wanted someone who’d listen…

so…he became this listener…the nation’s listener…all confessions of a country went through him…he’d listen to the sickness of child molesters…haunting calls of sexual victims…people running away from something in their lives…many who had been running since they was born…he listened…he listened…he listened…

and one night he stopped…didn’t pick up the phone…didn’t dial out…laid there in bed staring at blank walls readin’ old letters he’d saved from high school…back when he could get a date…back when he weighed a buck fifty instead of the 400 pounds he had ballooned up to in his later years…

these letters meant somethin’ to him…they meant somethin’…written back in a time when people listened to him…when people listened to him…

funny how things change…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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