You can go ahead and call, but we both know you're not worthy of my time. That's because you are the human equivalent of a piece of trash. I will acknowledge your worthlessness while simultaneously forgetting you were ever something of value to begin with. This comparison describes the nature of the call you're about to make. It will be answered. It will be disregarded. You will find yourself utterly entranced by the unpredictable moments that follow. Will you overhear me chatting with my girlfriends? Will you listen to me fucking my man? Will you hear absolute silence? There is no way to know for sure, but there is only one way to find out.