Long view.
Is that all he's got? No, wait... there's another page coming through. Slowly. Somebody got another quarter for the payphone? I don't want to .... oh, man goddamn! Oh, hi. Yeah, just grappling with our communications issues, once again. Everything in Big Green's world is held together with duct tape and baling wire... but then you knew that. What you didn't know is that we've got a mom and pop drugstore up the street from us that has what may be the world's last coin operated pay phone. That's right... and it's bloody handy, now that Verizon has pulled the plug on us. (Damnable message unit charges!) So, yeah... we can call mom, talk to our label, harass our booking agent, order strings, all with a pocket full of change. It's like freaking magic. Who needs the twenty first century? We're harnessing the technology of yesteryear. (Or yestercentury.) Well, as you may remember, our sometimes agent Tiny Montgomery has been trying to fax us from ...