“Is this Larry Hampton?”
“Oh, shit.”
“Is this Larry? Larry Hampton?”
This is.
“This is. Who is this?”
“Listen to me very carefully. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t have any money. What I do have is a very particular set of skills.”
“I- – What?”
“Nah, just kidding. I’m high. Listen to me, I work for the NSA.”
“Yeah, I got that part”, I say, a little confused, a little scared.
Ok, a lot scared.
“I got something to say to you.”
“What is it?”
“Just… Oh, shit. Hang on, I forgot.”
“Dude, is this really the NSA?”
“It is! Listen, I remembered now. Go and look out your window. There should be a black sedan parked out your front porch right now.”
I go check it out.
Holy mother of God there is.
“Holy mother of God there is.”
“Yes. They are also…

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