1:11 a.m. and the landline rings.
My heart in my throat, I get up and stumble across the room.
Dear god. What fresh hell is this?
"Hello!" A chirpy robo voice chirps. "This is a call from Drug Free America!"
Someone's smoking crack and it ain't me.
Good morning from Lloyd where pancakes are being made.
I think we're going to go down to the Marine Specimen's Lab in a little while. I'm going to knock wood and hope that the Sunday Curse has been broken.