I was at work today when I got a Pix Message (an image) on my cell phone. I did not recognize the number. (It had a 260 area code - where is that from?) The picture was fucking bizarre. It was of a big fat bald guy with glasses, with wires taped to various spots on his head and face, all attached to some machine that he’s holding in his hand. The accompanying text read simply “Steve.” The picture looks like it was taken in a bathroom mirror. I’ve posted it here so you can see it.
I called the number and got the voice mailbox of “Steve Kennedy.” I don’t want to leave a message, I want to get a hold of this guy and ask him - nicely, mind you - what in the bloody fuck is going on in that picture, and why he sent it to me.
A secret admirer in Indiana?
I dunno, but that is a bizarre photo. Something about his expression - “Yup, just a normal day for me in the men’s room with stuff hooked up to my head. Nothing to see here…”
Creepy, but I’m dying to know more! Let us know if you ever chat with Steve.
I think it might be his Halloween costume, actually. I don’t know what he was trying to be, but it definitely had the intended effect of freaking me the fuck out.
That looks like a guy who has a health problem, and sent a pic to show his friend how weirdly hooked up he has been by the Doc. Only, as Sunspace suggests, it was a wrong number.
It’s a Northern Indiana area code (Fort Wayne, etc.) I’m down in Bloomington, in the nicer part of Indiana that’s hilly and scenic instead of flat, boring and covered with strip malls.
I think I’ve figured out what the machine is - I think it’s an experimental treatment for baldness and obesity. The wires are supposed to make hair grow back on his head, AND stimulate his brain to ignore his feelings of hunger.
Looks like that to me too. I had a sleep study, and I had all those wires attached to that little box too (pain in the arse they are!). He’s probably in the bathroom at the sleep study center.
The only phone picture I’ve ever received was from a number I didn’t know, and it was a very blurry photo of what I think was some girl’s crotch. I replied with a “What in the hell…?” and never heard anything more.
If you think it was a student, try typing the phone number into the search box on Facebook, and see what comes up. Not sure if you can do this without being a member of Facebook, but you could find someone to try it for you.
They must have had a markedly low opinion of you.
Poor Argent Towers, forever left wondering what strange kicks men in white tape and wires were getting behind closed doors.
It seems “Steve” has stumbled on the top secret “Blowfish Device” developed by Japaneese sumo trainers to boost their stables by recuiting a slimmer brand of athlete and inflating him prior to the match.
Searching Facebook for “Steven Kennedy” or “Stephen Kennedy” in Indiana brings up one results, from a guy in Indianapolis, who definitely isn’t Mr. Wires here.
