18 February, 1996 4:51:03 PM
So last night the phone rings and I pick it up. The connection is really noisy, and I thought someone was calling me from a payphone.
It was about 3:30 in the morning, and the caller's voice sounded a lot like the voice of someone I know. It sounded so much like her voice, in fact, that I almost said "Suzanne?" (not the real name of the person I thought was calling).
So when I picked up the phone it's this woman screaming:
"I'm so FOCKED up. So focked up. I just left his house, he was FOCKING WONDERFUL!"
Still thinking this was "Suzanne," I listened to her rambling for several moments, thinking "Oh no, man, she sounds really fucked up." Like acid or something. She sounded completely on the outside.
I spent several moments saying "uh-huh" and "oh," trying to decipher what on earth she was talking about. Failing that, and realizing that this was not anyone I knew (and that she thought I was somebody else), I hit the record button on my answering machine and taped the remainder of the conversation.
This afternoon, I listened back to the tape (not really believing that this conversation had happened, and thinking instead that it had been a dream), and converted it into a RealAudio file, which you can listen to by clicking here.
Having not recorded the first 20-30 seconds of the call, my only regret is that I didn't catch the very first moment of the call, when I picked up the phone to hear a delerious woman screaming hysterically.
Other than that, nothing occurred in the first half of the call which did not re-occur in this recorded part of the conversation, so I'm satisfied that the experience is here satisfactorily captured.
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... (unintelligible) was five-hundred by the time I got there. Whatever he said.
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He only gave you $100?
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Yeah, he said that he did not have any cash on him.
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But you had a good time?
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Of course, what I shoulda said here is "Baby, I gotta break that guy's legs."
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Oh, man, he's wonderful. But he's FOCKIN' MARRIED!
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Oh, that's too bad.
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So what did you go tonight?
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I stayed home.
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This is untrue. I was at the Brooklyn Philharmonic last night. but I didn't think she'd be interested.
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I thought you were going out.
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I changed my mind.
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I am focked up. I am driving home...
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You're at home now?
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No, I am not home yet. I'm driving.
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Oh.
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I just left his home.
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Oh, you had a good time, though.
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He's a wonderful.
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(laugh)
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I had a great time with him.
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I'm really happy.
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I know you are.
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(laugh)
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Here's where I start thinking I'm in this too deep
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Wait, let me put the, lemme connect to my, my (unintelligible), uh, hold on.
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(silence)
FOCK ME!! HURRY UP! WAIT!
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Hey. You still there?
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Yeah.
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I have to connect to the (unintelligible), the radio didn't have power, you know.
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Oh, uh-huh.
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Uh, so anyway, I'm so FOCKED up.
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(laugh)
Well, I gotta go to sleep.
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I know. But I have to go home.
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Well have a good trip home.
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I know, but wait. Let me ask you this. What did you tell him?
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I didn't tell him anything. I don't know what you, I don't even know who you are. I don't know what, what this is about. You dialed the wrong number. I...
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Ida...
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I've been going along with this, but idunno
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Wait a minute, you are Ida, right?
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No!
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You are (unintelligible)'s friend.
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What?
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Wait a minute, what is your name? Ida?
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No, my name's not Ida.
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I thought Ida was a woman's name. I don't have a woman's voice, do I?
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I'M SORRY!
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What's your name? I don't know what's going on here. I thought, I thought you were somebody I knew playing a joke on me. I don't know, I'm just going along with this. I, Idunno what to tell ya'.
Hello?
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