...or is it off the grid
so the bastard is taking a nap one saturday (reoccuring sleep theme, it's karaoke night next door) a couple weeks ago, and the phone rings. it rings righ tat that magic moment when you are aware that you are about to go under. i wonder if dying id like this. you know? no i don't wonder if dying is like this, i have more important things to worry about. anyway, phone rings. bastard gets the shake up. i make it to the answerring machine in time to find that it's a hangup. i go back to sleep and that moment never comes again. time to kill the land line.
yeah, i know what you're thinking, "hey bas, what if another september 11th like incident happens again? how will you get in touch with your loved ones." well i'll tell you how. same way i did 5 years ago. with instant messenger. i did the blackout of 2003 with my bosses cell phone and it took forever to connect with someone and it didn't matter that i had a lad line then. so it's gone. the only people that call it are the landlord, my father and a buttload of telemarketers. so it's out. goodbye to all that. stupid thing is, i haven't felt like taking a nap in weeks. dammit! oh, karaoke's stopped. time for sleep. goodnight jerks!