I got out of bed a couple of hours past noon today.
You see, I happened to get a call at about 1 a.m. last night. I just couldn't resist ignoring it.
He's one of the few people that I felt particularly connected to in the 1990s. Now that we lived in different time zones, we rarely get to hear from each other.
It has been almost 2 years since we caught up, and plus, many weeks ago he told me that he has a truly juicy and mighty-meaty chika to tell—an abominable one.
Guess what!?
We spoke for about 5 hours before ending the call at 5:37 a.m.
And he was right!
The chika was about someone we're both closely related to that did something utterly disgusting to him.
It was truly repulsive, diabolical to the deepest core! Oh, how evil!
What was that relative thinking?
Dethrone Satan?!


