Dec 30, 2005 01:42
While I was walking home from some bar with my best girl, I noticed I had three messages on my phone.
They were all from my brother. They were all frantic calls from my brother. I am a jerk.
My brother and his wife are visiting the city for their anniversary, and staying in my sister's apartment (she's in Jersey.) I invited them out to Karaoke, and we left around 12. I guess they got home, saw people hanging outside Bed's apartment, and then some guy came out of a car with a gun.
At least they're safe. They came back to my house. I was not home. Because I am a jerk. I should have been there. They came back to Bed's place and there were cops all over the place. They don't think they will be able to sleep tonight. Because they saw a motherfucking gun and I wasn't home to take them in and give them tea and tell them that everything would be okay. I am a jerk.