I GOT SOME BOXES, I GOT THEM BY ACCIDENT. I GOT THEM BY A LANDLINE PHONE CALL. NEW FICTION FROM BRUCE STERLING.
The kid insisted on reciting the directions for me. He spoke slowly, so I could write down every street turn with a paper and pencil, supposedly. When I said I could just “Google-Map my way there on my Android,” he laughed at me as if I was stoned.