Voicemail sent on 19 April 2012 at 1:24 p.m.

"Hi, Steve. How are you? Me? I feel like bullshit... Yesterday was horrible and that Charlie tried to make a move on me. He even got as far as to getting me in a room but someone saw me resisting and struggling so Charlie left... Thankfully nothing happened, I remember that much even though I was drunk. So, yeah, I really screwed up back there hanging around with a guy like him. Anyway...I'm not gonna make that mistake again. I really miss you... I'll come over for a visit, okay?"

I hadn't realized that I had been holding the phone pretty hard that my knuckles had turned white.