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      TXTPAL Has My Identity Now

      February 4, 2013

      In what I’m sure is a stupid move, I agreed to join this service. The idea of it is they set you up with a text-message pen pal, but really they probably just want to sell your cell phone number to whoever wants it. So I’m looking forward to getting text messages directly from Papa John’s for the rest of my life. My editor at VICE suggested it because she thought it would be funny. I agreed to do it because I am stupid.

      Here’s a transcript:

      9177467856:[Welcome to TxtPals!]


      /?  this  menu

      /nick  change your name

      /list  who’s here?

      /me  status

      /shhh  skip today

      /leave  bye!]

      12:13pm Friday

      9177467856: [We just found you a TxtPal!]

      12:13pm Friday

      Me:Yo where you at?

      12:16pm Friday


      12:18pm Friday

      9177467856: [You: Pal35, Pal: Dan]

      12:28pm Friday


      12:39pm Friday

      9177467856: Dan: I’m here to!!!

      12:40pm Friday

      9177467856:Dan: Yo!! Where you at PAL35????

      12:40pm Friday


      12:43pm Friday

      9177467856: Dan: Hahahahaha

      1:01pm Friday

      Me:U A DUDE?

      1:02pm Friday

      9177467856:Dan: YEAH

      1:02pm Friday

      9177467856: Dan: YOU ALWAYS TYPE IN CAPS?

      1:03pm Friday


      1:05pm Friday

      Me: yo dan i cant figure da shit ut u cool but where the ladies at u know? cant fugure the shit out

      1:24pm Friday

      9177467856: Dan: Yeah! You gotta hope that the service assigns you to a nice lady next time instead of a dude. It’s just random. Ya know? Doesn’t know if you’re a dude or

      2:07pm Friday

      9177467856: Dan: a chick.

      2:07pm Friday

      9177467856:[ Dan is now: spooky]

      11:46am Saturday

      9177467856: [spooky is now: sharky]

      11:46am Saturday

      9177467856:[ Pal switch! You have a new Pal. Say Hi!]

      11:46am Saturday

      Me:I get lonely.

      2:10am Sunday

      Me: Lonely in my bones.

      2:12am Sunday

      Me: Deep and impenetrable loneliness.

      2:13am Sunday

      Me: But not a despairing loneliness.

      2:14am Sunday

      Me:I find its depth and breadth a comfort, like a long walk home from a dead end neighborhood.

      2:15am Sunday

      Me:I am eating pancakes. Alone.

      2:16am Sunday

      Me: Hello?

      2:16am Sunday

      Me: Are you there?

      2:16am Sunday

      Me: I am eating pancakes.

      2:17am Sunday

      Me: Are you sleeping? I need a friend. I’m down in the dumps.

      2:19am Sunday


      8:33am Sunday

      Me: I ate blood.

      10:55am Sunday

      9177467856:[ Pal switch! You have a new Pal. Say Hi!]

      11:12am Sunday

      Me: Listen, do you know anything about snakes? Poisonous snakes?

      11:14am Sunday

      9177467856: Pal41: Just not to get near them. Or touch them really.

      11:14am Sunday

      Me: Uh oh.

      11:15am Sunday

      9177467856: Pal41: What happened? You should try to suck the venom out. But don’t swallow it.

      11:16am Sunday

      Me: Oh jeez.

      11:17am Sunday

      9177467856: Pal41: Well? We live?!

      11:33am Sunday

      Me: I’m not good.

      12:17am Sunday

      9177467856: Pal41: Do you need me to call your mom

      1:11pm Sunday

      Me: Don’t be vulgar.

      1:13pm Sunday

      Me: hey where do people buy road flares or a flare gun for boats

      10:44pm Sunday

      Me: quick

      10:44pm Sunday

      Me: hey quick

      10:45pm Sunday

      9177467856:[ Pal switch! You have a new Pal: tacotruck. Say Hi!]

      9:07am Monday

      Me: Sometimes I worry that I never learned how to love another person.

      9:13am Monday

      9177467856: tacotruck: Not even your mother?

      9:24am Monday

      Me:What is it with you people and mothers?

      9:25am Monday

      9177467856: tacotruck: Seems the most likely place to start. Does anyone love you?

      9:39am Monday

      Me: [New Pal: not tacotruck]

      9:46am Monday

      Me:/change to not tacotruck

      9:47am Monday


      9:51am Monday


      9:58am Monday

      Verdict: although I guess fucking with strangers via text message is a decent way to waste time, and it’s nice to get the extra added bonus of picturing their phone buzzing on the nightstand when you text “R U HORNY” at 4:00 AM, there’s the internet now. The whole world is wired specifically to fuck with strangers.

      Also, although I like to think I’m decently funny, there’s just no way for me to top [spooky is now: sharky]. Wherever and whoever you are, Dan, you did it. You topped me. I want you back.


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