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Happy Birthday to You

So today is a friend of mine's birthday.

What a shitty day to have for your birthday.

He called me up two years ago at about 9:00am. I was sleeping, because I'd been up late the night before as is my custom. My machine picked up.

"You have reached the Jon Apartment. Please leave a message."

BEEP!

"Jon, wake up!.... Jon! WAKE UP!..."

I groggily found the phone.

"What the fuck do you want? I'm trying to sleep."

"Turn on your TV."

"Why the fuck should I turn on my TV? I'm trying to sleep here."

"Just turn it on. You'll thank me when you do."

"Fine. Fuck you, I'll turn it on. What channel?"

"Any channel."

"What do you mean, any fucking channel? I'm trying to sleep here, you call and wake me up and tell me to turn on my TV and it doesn't even matter what fucking CHANNEL!?!?"

"Someone flew airplanes into the World Trade Center, you fuckhead. Turn on your fucking TV."

"Holy fucking shit."

The world has never been the same, and I forgot to say "Happy Birthday" to him.

(He didn't die or anything. It's not that kind of story. I just now called and left a "Happy Birthday" message on his answering machine.)

Posted by Jon at September 11, 2003 03:15 PM | TrackBack