Transcription of mysterious, melodramatic text session, midnite, 1/26:
X: I want you to know that I regret not getting to see you when you lived in my town. I'll meet you again one day, probably in a place where neither of us lives.
Me: Wait! Who is this?? (classic- ed.)
X: See! You'll never know now. Don't worry about it until we meet agian.
(Here I recall fumbling with my drink in the bathroom of the Bishop, trying not to drop my phone in the toilet.)
X: I know. See you again someday, neither here nor there, but perhaps with hot dogs.