At burning man, they have landline phones set up, they posted the phone number on social media so I called it this morning and a lady answered.
Her name was Krystal with a K, no not k for ketamine. She said that lmao. She said it was really dusty this morning, she said she forgot to wear her face mask and she woke up this morning and snotted out black snot. She told me she was proud of me. She said whatever I do, don’t give up. She told me that she knows I have a beautiful soul. I started crying. She said, “hush baby, don’t you cry.” She said in all of her 63 years living on this earth, the playa never fails to provide. And then she passed the phone to someone named Jacob and Jacob asked me how’d the chicken cross the road and then hung up.
That was fun