"What the f*ck do you think you're doing?" I ask calmly.

Yes, calmly. I don't scream like I've been dying to thanks to a few minutes of calming down and a rational tete a tete with myself. I have to be controlled and keep my wits around myself, and that's what I plan to do. I'm so at peace, I'm f*cking zen.

"Who is this?" A rumbling, almost teasing voice replies. DeAndre from whom I snatched his number said they're the only ones that can reach him through this line, so 'Jason' ...