2:30a.m. Sunday morning – Passed out due to exhaustion caused by the KoRn concert…

…until my cell phone rings, its my brother.

(note-if I get a call in the middle of the night like this, someone better be bleeding or dead, preferably dead and bleeding.)

Me – In a sleepy whisper “dude”

Billabong – Laughing and talking…but not to me. (I can hear loud music in the background.)

Me – “dude, what the fuck? Why are you calling me?”

Billabong – Still talking and laughing, hangs up.

Me – “Fuck!”


...10:30a.m. Sunday morning – Payback…


Billabong – In a sleepy whisper “hello?”

Me – “Why did you call me at 2:30 in the morning?”

Billabong – “I did?”

Me – “Yep.”

Billabong – “Shit, sorry.”

Me – “Long night?”

Billabong – “yeah.”

Me – “Where are you?”

…5 second pause…

Billabong – in a whisper “I don’t know.”


Ha! That’s what you get for calling me in the middle of the night bitch.