texts: They're holding my husband downstairs. </s> <s> Sure.  And they left you upstairs to make phone calls? </s> <s> They gave me pills to make me sleep.  They didn't realize how much Seconal I'm used to -- that I'd have so much tolerance --
labels: Well I'm not tolerant of being bothered with this bullshit story when I'm about to make the most important score of my life.  This has gotta be some "put-on," right?