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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 300 of 307 while I had been studying in Berkeley so I was not exactly a stranger to the place. A corner pharmacy sold pay as you go phones. I bought one and eight hundred minutes with cash and then activated it at a pay phone without offering a credit card during any part of the transaction. It was a true "no name" phone. Anonymous. All I had to do was never call Steve with it and I could have the luxury of a cell phone without the worry that he was tracking my every step on a map. During the voice automated activation the computer lady asked me, "Which of the following area codes would you like?" She1 sounded far more computerized as she ran through numbers: "707, 415, 805, 831." I chose the 831 Monterey area code, hoping that when Sara peeked at the caller ID on her cell's screen she would see the local number and pick up, assuming that it was probably a potential employer. Then what? I'd say, "Hi, I'm your friendly neighborhood Stalker-Man. I can find you wherever you happen to be. Driving, walking, sitting. I could appear in front of you like a ghost." What the hell was I doing? Perdiendo tus cajones. Buddha telling me that I was losing my nerve. "Tengo miedo." I confessed to Buddha that I was afraid. Que tienes? He asked in his usual way, "what do you have." "Solo este momento." Just this moment I told him. |
