It's amazing, the world a calling card allows you to peer into. I think they're just reminders of how far off of your own original pace you are. Shannon and I kinda went on a calling spree tonight. We called her mother, after she scared the shit out of her by telling her 'she needed to talk to her'. What's worse, she scared the shit out of me. Then we called my friend Jill...turns out she's not a lesbian after all. Saves me a lot of 'wow's, ya know? Then, there's Tammy. I remember her old number by heart, mostly because other than my old home phone number, my dorm number, and Shannon's number, it's the only one I'd ever care to know by heart. It's not her number anymore...belongs to a physical therapy firm in the greater Boston area. Great. So, I call her parents. They give me the real number, and I make the move to call it. I dial, and each time I do, my fingers twitch slightly. Why? Why did she change her number? Why didn't she tell me? Then, I realize no one's told me anything. I miss them too much, but not enough to quit drifting. We're all out to sea, it seems, moving further apart. So, she answers her new phone and she's crying. I won't say why, but she's crying, and I feel like there's not a single thing I can do about it. Not a damn thing.