READ THIS FIRST BEFORE PLAYING THE AUDIO: so i was in san francsico this last weekend to sell a moped then go to a friends birthday celebration. as soon as i got into town i got in a semi-serious-not-really-but-the-people-i-hit-got-out-of-the-car-clutching-their-necks car accident. so setting up a location for the sale had already become something of a production and i was already tired of dealing with it. anyway after a ton of phone calls we met up. i sold the bike and was on my way to the party. my friends had been drinking since 1030am and i was arriving around 100pm. so around 5 after dinner i knew they were wasted and heading back home in the south bay and i was going to be left alone in the big city. so i began searching for a place to rest my head. i contacted some friends back home and they gave me some numbers of people to call up. and this was a conversation that transpired (please note the time stamps):
turns out i copied the wrong number and was actually texting the guy i just met and sold the moped to. now you may listen to the audio of the voicemail the guy left me and it wasnt till yesterday all this became aware to me.
