A completely fabricated mystery told in blog form. Witness the tale of Simon Wolfe, a comic dealer who can't seem to stay out of trouble. Remember, since this is a blog, the oldest post is first, so make sure you start at the beginning and work your way back up.
Friday, October 06, 2006
So is it wrong....
to kinda sorta borrow your girlfriend's phone and call the last number she dialed to talk to her Aunt and explain you aren't a serial killer? You think? Ooops! But if you call at midnight our time, it's noon in Manila. And what's a better lunchtime conversation than explaining that you're as harmless as a petunia plant to a woman you've never met. Why on earth would you be suspicious of some dude your niece met on the Internet? I don't get it. She made it pretty clear that she was having my ass checked out and I made it pretty clear that I was okay with that. Which is sort of true. How can I blame her? And truthfully, there's not a heck of a lot to find out. But it still irritates me. And I guess it shouldn't. Like I've said, if it were my sister running off to Manila, I'd be on a plane in half an hour. And my sister is a giant pain in the behind. Sooner or later Maricel is going to find out and probably be pretty ticked off at me. Oh well.
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