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Talk To Me

I've kept a few answering machine messages from my pre-mobile phone days; one I left myself during my first and only acid trip, one of my Mother warning me to keep safe in Chicago, and a few others left by men reminding me of extra special moments I never want to forget.

They serve as a reminder of not only my past (and my past antics), but who I've become.

Mark Craig has kept every single thing his machine has recorded since 1985.

Too bad I didn't think of this.

Of course my collection would consist mostly of twenty years of Mama Gumola laying on the Catholic guilt about my not calling as often as I should.

Some things need to be left unheard.

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