text ya ass a p.o. box, you text back, number disconnected. send a letter, three to five days later you get a puzzle box in the mail, smash it open with a hammer, it's a iii-d printed bust of my head. throw it against the wall in anger, a piece of paper falls out of the shards. pick it up, it's yr own phone number. call it just ii be sure, i pick up the phone. "hey can't talk now i'm taking an acetone bath," i say. i hang up. you call back. it's your own voicemail.