Nameless Night

March 14 2001 Age 13One instance of many.“Ring! Ring Ring!” I sat up slowly and looked around my room in a daze.  I scanned the floor covered in clothing, dirty dishes, and the bits of broken mirror, I had yet to clean up from week before.  “Ring! Ring! Ring!”  My eye continued to travel till they found my clock, which sat next to the frame the mirror belonged to.  It was 9am. What an ungodly hour to be awake. I took the phone down from my dresser and promptly ignored it.A few hours later I reawakened putter about brush my teeth and so on. about an hour gose by before I finally listened to the voicemail. It was my father. He sounds panicked.
“Zev wake up! There something we need to talk about! Call me back Dad”

I hung up the phone and My mind went wild. “Shit!” I thought. “ Maybe someone died. My grandpa. He has been having health problems. Maybe there’s been some horrible accident in my family leaving one of my cousins maimed for life… Or maybe he found out I’ve been steeling pot from him.” My blood ran cold. “Shit! He must of saw me last night when I thought he was busy in the kitchen. Fuck!”
I worked myself into a  tizzy and finally built up the courage to call him back. He answered on the third ring.
“Jesus you’re finally awake! Well come to the kitchen I’ll make waffles.” He says.
“Um ok. Is everything alright?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You called me this morning and said there was something we really needed to talk about.”
“Oh yeah do you need a new pair of shoes.”
“What?! I thought someone had died.” I said feeling relieved and annoyed
“Died! What? Wait did someone die?!” His voice took on the same panicked tone it had in his message.
“What I don’t know! In your message you sounded all panicked I thought something bad had happened.”
“Jesus Zev! Don’t scare me like that!” I could hear the click of a lighter then the sound of him taking a hit. As he exhaled he said “So do you want a new pair of shoes or not. I’m worried about your feet in those old boot’s.”