June 11, 10:40 A.M.
Crickets?
Crickets.
All right. Okay. I don’t know where you found that recording, but I get it.
Here I thought we were just having, like, comically bad timing.
Did you get my postcaaahhh oh, no, it’s too soon. Time. I have no fucking idea of time right now. I drove so many hours and the speedometer is busted. Where are we? Where are you? Where am I? I don’t know what the fuck to do. I’m just gonna . . . Okay. The phone card is almost out. Oh, before I forget, you’ll never guess who’s with me. Goddamn Edith Head. I don’t know how she got in the van, must’ve been when Bullet got out and I went to put her back inside, but here she is. Popped out from under a seat near Spokane and wanted to spend the drive under the brake pedal. I had to hold her in my lap the whole time, and it—