If you missed episode 2 check out Last Time on ‘Lesser Phil’.
Today my world was filled magically for nearly 6 hours of bliss while Lesser Phil moped about the house, searching half-heartedly for his missing phone. While I did not think to steal his phone, I wish I had the brilliance to have done so, because the peace was unmatched by anything prior to it. The effect was amazing!
As he sat silently on the couch I couldn’t help but hear Cake’s song “No Phone” playing as my theme for the day. He brooded and tried think of where he last had it and I ‘helpfully’ volunteered to call it. For many hours the phone call would not go through leaving my end of the phone with the most beautiful sound possible- “The individual you are trying to reach cannot accept calls at this time. Goodbye.” Goodbye indeed.
Eventually around 8pm, for whatever reason, Lesser Phil requested one more time that I call his phone. I did and from the realms of his room came his annoying ringtone (some sort of overly ridiculous song that tries to sound hard but just sounds dumb, especially out of a cell phone).
Anyway- This has all digressed from what we are here to to talk about: DELIVERING PIZZAS. Here is that story.
At 2:10pm I am standing at the foot of the stairs and Lesser Phil and I are talking to a painter (who has an uncanny resemblance to Geo from “Ugly Betty”) when I realize I should be on the shuttle. I am instantly aware of how pressed for time I am.
Then Lesser Phil turns to me as the painter walks away and says- “I got some really bad news today.”
Since I can’t really walk away now because I looked like I was interested, I say- “Oh?”
The conversation then plays out.
Lesser Phil: Yeah, Jordan is seeing some other guy.
(Jordan is his ex-girlfriend. THE ex-girlfriend who will no doubt play a continual role in Lesser Phil and my interactions despite the fact that they are not together and I will never meet her…. it’s weird.)
Me: I’m sorry. I have many words of advice on that but I need to go catch a shuttle right now.
Lesser Phil: Oh, that’s cool. I don’t wanna burden ya or anything. It’s just…
(My foot had been on the first stair and I was about to walk up but now I’m caught. I really need to get going, but I have to hear him out or I’m a douche.)
Lesser Phil: It’s just that there’s the whole money thing, you know? Like, I only have like a thousand dollars to my name and I need to save up for the pizza joint- Did I tell you about the that?
Me: No… What pizza joint?
(I take my foot off the stairs and turn around. I look at the clock and I’ve already missed the shuttle anyway, I’ll have to drive. But we’re talking about pizza and I just need to know.)
Lesser Phil: Oh, me and like five guys are going to buy this pizza joint in Utah in January but we have to save up for the down payment by then.
Me: How much is the down payment?
Lesser Phil: 10,000 dollars.
Me: huh. Um… that’s cool though. You think you’ll get enough?
::he nods::
(He actually was talking about fucking pizzas…. he’s just an awkward human being. . . )
Me: Sorry- I really have to go, I’m already going to be late.
*******
He was really talking about delivering pizzas…. and making them…. in Utah? Despite his desire to go back to the East Coast post graduation? I either misheard his mention of a house or maybe he just misspoke. At any rate, I hardly care about pizza in Utah.
This red herring of pizza proportions has me even more intrigued about what the real source of his weirdness is but has decreased my desire to talk to him even more since it is hardly worth the time to try and figure it out.
Additionally, my tolerance of his voice is currently shot.
We shall see what unfolds in tomorrow’s episode (when I will most likely discuss his weird rules toward Jordan and the possibility of them getting back together), but until then I leave you with a poem Hotchy sent to me written by the famous Pablo Neruda. It is pretty damn descriptive of the way I feel towards Lesser Phil.
Me Gustas Cuando Callas
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mia.
Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolia.
Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y estas como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Dejame que te hable tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.