Now I'm freaking out. I checked my answering machine and I have ten messages, the same voice, which seems familiar somehow, repeating, over and over, the words "Deep, implicit trust. Deep, implicit trust." I checked the caller ID and called the number back, it's a pay phone outside of some place called the Brown Starfish, some chick who called herself Bruce answered and asked if I was calling back for confession. I asked Bruce what thehell she(?) meant by that, and got the answer, "Well, the only person that has been on this phone all day has been some weird old guy dressed like a priest. Bruse said she (?) didn't get the name, but that the guy kept demanding that the other patrons in the bar "share their feelings with him". They kicked him out after he started screwaming about "folloowing your goddamn druggie will" or something like that. Bruce said the guy's face got all red and his veins were popping out as he was screaming. No one at the bar had ever seen him before, except for some guy from up north who goes by the name of Deano. I didn't want to talk to him so I hung up the phone. This is getting creepier by the hour.
