lots of lonely people…

and he’d spend his time sending out messages…words through a phone to whoever would listen…old friends…ex-wives…people he didn’t even know…friended ’em…had 862 friends…folks he’d never shared a drink with…hugged…shook their hands…just faces with names attached…pictures of ’em in their best poses…talkin’ ’bout a new grandson…their evil twin…takin’ pokes at the president…

862 people ‘cross a country…scattered from East to West…a man in Idaho who stays up all night…insomnia…loves to hear from strangers ’bout their lives…what they been up to…just someone to whittle away time with till mornin’ comes…till mornin’ comes…

sat there all day and night in a rented room…hopin’ that someone would reach out to him…some kinda’ woman who was lookin’ for love…someone he could have an affair with like in the old days when he was young…the days of goin’ to bars and seekin’ out company on a Friday night…just someone to talk with ’bout the state of the crazy world…’bout their dreams…wantin’ to share his inner most desires…inner most desires…

he’d send out these messages like a fisherman casting for trout in a muddy river…not ever knowin’ what he was gonna’ catch…but…he knew he’d catch somethin’…lots of lonely people out there…lots of lonely people…

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