phone story

Was on Church Street near the WTC around 10 pm last night. A young-ish man (to old to be a "kid" but let's call him that) was randomly walking alongside me, talking loudly into his phone.
"They're gonna buttfuck you," he said. "And they're not going to use Vaseline. And I think you know that is gonna hurt."
I was trying not to listen but it just kept going.
"Wait a minute," the kid said to whoever he was talking to, "are you taking a shit right now? You are -- I can tell. Are you? C'mon, you gotta tell me. You are! Ha ha ha, I knew it, man! Ha ha!"
I fantasized about knocking the phone out of his hand and stepping on it.

work in process