“Call 911, or 112 if in Europe” Gun Roswell

“911, what’s the emergency?”

“Everything?”

“How can it be so? You must define at least one thing wrong!”

“Can’t, it’s all so bad!”

“How bad is it?”

“It’s all full of shit. Life, living, this… nothing worth a single bit!”

“But, can’t you find at least one thing? Something, that would enable you to sing?”

“No, nothing.”

“That’s really sad. Almost makes me mad!”

“Yeah, well, how do you think I feel? Is this, life, all of it, even all real?”

“Maybe, or maybe it’s just a dream?”

“Well, if I am only dreaming, then maybe, from this nightmare I can wake up, fake my way up and smile, at least for a while?”

“Sounds like a plan? Have you tried to stand?”

“I will, just now. Yep I can, I am so proud!”

“Sounds great, maybe it was not too late, just a while to hesitate?”

“Maybe, but now, I will try walking, one step, then another, I hope no more you to bother. I am on my path now, somehow, able to walk again!”

“Thank you, for the explain! Now I too, can leave this plane, help an others, onto the next level to be able to get.”

“Good luck, I will try not to fuck up… this time!”

“You too! After all, for trying, there is nothing to loose!”

End connection… “Beep, beep, beep…”