Let Me Call My Drug Dealer

Remember the days of the pay phone? I'm surprised to see one, especially here in Brookline. Anyway, I need to go google some artsy photographer whose made an entire portfolio out of public pay phones.

So many memories of being a kid, having to carry an emergency quarter with me, and REMEMBERING the phone number to call home. And most importantly, not spending the emergency quarter on candy or The Empire Strikes Back trading cards. Go growing up in the '70s and '80s.