Me And My Cave

It's not that I purposely set out to be antisocial, antidisestablishment or antidentite. Sometimes I just don't want to be bothered.

Even with my good friends I'll go days or weeks without returning a phone call. At times, when I'm on the phone in the middle of a conversation, I might just hang up on you. I realize that action could be misconstrued as perhaps being rude, but there are times when I'd rather not exert the mental energy to unravel your logic. No offense.

It's times like this where I just sit in my house with the shades drawn, a copious amount of illegal narcotics being smoked, about to be smoked or contemplated being smoked. Then about a scant 3 months later, I'm back on the scene as if nothing happened. Most of my friends know this about me and actually say things like "Give me a call when you resurface." I love these folks. They don't ask me for explanations, where I've been, why I just suddenly hung up in the middle of a conversation. They just let me be.

My eyes haven't totally gotten used to the light again, but as soon as I could make out the numbers on the telephone and remember yours, I'll call.

Promise!

Hibernation is over. I've got some serious writing to do. Now go away.