subdued_passion
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Twenty years ago I got a priceless compliment from a man. He had called the hospital drunk, threatening suicide. After he was passed around the cowards he ended up with me.
I appreciate a great opening and hook, and his was good: I GOT A FUCKING GUN AND I'M GONNA BLOW MY GODDAMNED HEAD OFF. Most people default to their OH SHIT setting. But the opening is a good dramatic opener, and I concluded he was simply drunk and histrionic. So I said, GOOD, and hung up on him. You could hear assholes puckering for a mile.
So he calls back. He cant believe what he heard. So I say, DO IT IN THE KIDS WADING POOL OUTSIDE. And hung up on him again.
So he calls back to let me know that I'm a cold blooded heartless bastard. I say, TOO BAD YOU GOTTA DIE, CUZ YOU HAVE SOME DIAGNOSTIC TALENT. Then he begs me to listen to his troubles. I say FIVE MINUTES, I GOT WORK TO DO. So he whines about how his wife left him cuz he's an alcoholic and cant keep a job. And I say, GEE! WHATS WRONG WITH HER, EVERY WOMAN WANTS A MAN LIKE YOU. So he hangs up.
He calls me the next day. You remember me? He says. I say, WHAT HAPPENED? YOU FUCK UP THE SUICIDE TOO? He says, Stop it! You saved my life. I say NOW I'M DEPRESSED. He says, when I called you I had a gun and planned to shoot myself on the phone but I didn't cuz I wanted to kill you more but was too drunk to drive down there. So what do I do now? I says GET IN THE TRUCK, COME ON DOWN, AND LET ME PUT YOU IN DETOX.
This really deserved it's own thread.