waves that leave me out of reach

i pick up the phone on the third ring.

"hold the fucking line! don't move! don't fucking move!" is the first thing i hear. there's a strange dissonance in the background, a sort of humming echo, all too familiar at this point in my life. it's overshadowed by even more yelling, though, before i can begin to get a word in. "watch the fucking trays! watch the goddamned- no! right there! hold it steady... hold it steady! boys! good! right there!" there's a small pause, and then: "hello? sorry about that..."

i think it's safe to say that the season has officially started.