4:55pm
Peter was in front of the phone booth, just as he had requested the mysterious Deeper Throat in his letter the day before. The wind was cold for that time of year, only thirty-five degrees in the middle of December.
“What an absurd story that old story about global warming. It"s a wonderful climate.”
Unfortunately, a cool breeze from the Atlantic made that fabulous day worse.
4:59pm
There was only one minute to go before the agreed time. But he had left home so hastily that he didn"t have time to take a piss, and now his bladder was beginning to take its toll on him with slight punctures in the crotch.
“Damn... you won"t burst... for your mother, hold on a little...”
5:00pm
Ding, Dong, Dung... don"t go, pick up the phone... passerby friend...
Ding, Dong, Dung... don"t go, p
