Zero nine two zero five three four five two three four no more

If you have my cellphone number somewhere in some phonebook, back of an unused theater ticket, dried flower, or any sort of memory, kindly accept my gratitude for keeping a digital shadow of me and this instruction to delete me. Phone's gone. Wrote a story all weekend. Rode the bus Sunday afternoon. Slept till a couple of stops before home. Found out I didn't have it when I poured out the contents of my bag.

I slept well on the bus though, that should be worth noting. And I still did, Monday morning, on the way back.