doesn’t respond to my text message I know something is wrong, can feel it in my
bones. I call his cell phone; four rings
and it transfers to voice mail. It
sounds too chipper, as if the message should somehow change to reflect the
situation. When the recording of his
voice answers, I expect to hear sirens blaring and a half coherent message with
long pauses as he gasps for air: “I
can’t talk right now…I’ve been in a horrible and disfiguring accident… Leave a
message and if I’m not dead I’ll call you." Because if that is not what
has happened to him, then by God he’ll wish it had.
That’s it. Paul struck up a conversation with a stranger. The stranger masquerading as a sexy sailor was infatuated with Paul’s good looks and dropped some drugs into his vodka tonic. Paul is now unconscious at the bottom of a well in the sexy sailor’s basement, who is in fact not a sailor but a creepy clown. There is no other reasonable explanation.