Matt Jurns studied library science at Kent State University. We made him read blogs for the first time. Friday, Matt read Jezebel. Today he reads Texts From Last Night.

There seem to be only two types of cell phone. The first, owned by most people, are smart phones and have the benefit of being able to do everything.

The second, owned mainly by me and conspiracy theorists, are of a design last seen in an episode of Friends; and their main benefit is that they can be thrown into the river after you’ve made a call, in case the Man is after you. As such, I don’t do much texting.

Not having much personal experience reading texts, I’m not sure if they all have this feel; but reading Texts From Last Night paints in my mind a picture of walking into a party at a grungy apartment to find someone peeing in the kitchen sink because a drunk naked man has fallen asleep on the toilet. The sleeping fellow is holding a hammer loosely in one hand, and a young lady is waiting for him to return to the bedroom.

Down the street, a man with too much cologne is trying to convince a woman with too much makeup that his roommate will be gone for the evening, and that they can totally blow off the Comm 202 midterm tomorrow.

Somewhere in the distance there are sirens, and those people still sober enough to have such thoughts are hoping that they are not for them. This world is a terrifying place, and a part of me hopes that it never changes.