Friends Lie

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I can’t sleep. It’s 3am. What’s it all for? What’s the point? 

I remember reading that when the economy is bad, single-vehicle accidents rise. People drive into bridge abutments. Accidents, they call them.

I pick up the phone and put it down. It’s too late to call someone. I think about bridge abutments some more. I need to get outside my own head. 

I pick up the phone again. I have to talk to someone, but I can’t wake someone up at 3am, no matter what.

I’m tired of thinking of bridge abutments. I punch in the number. It rings. Once. Twice. Three times. I should hang up. Four times. No answer. Fuck it. Bridge abutments again. Five times. Christ it’s late. Hang up. Hang up. Hang up.

A groggy, hoarse, confused voice answers. “Hello?”

“Ty, it’s Ken. Sorry to wake you up. I just really need to talk to someone.”

“Hey. Uh. I… hey… yeah… uh, no problem. I was, uh, up anyway. Couldn’t sleep. What’s up? How can I help?”

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