I mean on a macro and micro scale. Just one of those once in a lifetime confluence of events on every level. Crazy man.
Just had to share, cuz it's just hitting me after the rum and coke. Just everything.
A fucking earthquake? Yeah. Ok, that happens in NY.
Then, the call from my stepmom "You're dad's been admitted to NYU, he's having some respiratory issues. They think it's pneumonia. Oh, yeah, it is, in fact it's fucking not just pneumonia, it's big ass pneumiona, it's fucking LEGIONNAIRES DISEASE! Yeah, no shit, I'm not fucking kidding. Legionnaires fucking disease. Thankfully, he's responding. But let me say it again; legionnaires fucking disease? WTF?
And during all this I'm interviewing for a real kick-ass life changing position. Like major deal. And somehow keeping my shit together. Fingers crossed. Big shit. Major.
So then I go visit my dad at the hospital today and what happens on my way there as I'm walking to NYU Hospital? Guy gets plowed by a cab and dragged twenty feet and pinned in a jumbled bloody mass under the rear axel. Amazingly they pulled him out alive. Thank you NY Emergency services. You guys rock more than I can ever say. Thanks from the bottom of my heart. But still What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.?
And now there's this fucking monster named Irene barreling down on me and my family. I'm in Jersey, in Essex and that would pretty much put me right in the fucking bullseye. Yippee kay ay mutherfuckers!
What else you got? 'Nuther rum and coke? Sounds good!