this morning #686.

this morning, fighting through a cold sweat, he employed a series of deep, circular breaths followed by repeated counting to ten followed by a call to a man he’d known less than a week. they were on a first-name basis but that was only because they only went by first names. in his phone, this man was known as “black ben.” maybe one day he’d learn enough about ben to be able to describe him better. for now, he just needed somebody who could relate & tell him he was going to get through this. ben’s deep, james earl jones voice made him think that ben had been through some shit. sadly, five unanswered calls later, he gave up on ben. help would have to come from elsewhere.