Jan
16
Well, it happened and it was my own fault. STUPID! But what’s done is done…and can’t be changed. As you’re surely aware, January 9th was Dave’s birthday. As you’re then also aware…(deep breath, “c’mon man, you do do this”) I…I-I did not wi…wish Dave a Happy Birthday. I can only hope that any one out there (Dave especially) can forgive me for my blunder. I tried to make excuses at first like, “Oh I had work and forgot” or “I lost track of the date” or “I had to take my mother to the hospital that day after she was hit by a milk truck,” but in the end I know it’s just that: excuses. I am responsible for my own shortcomings and deserve a full chastisement. Dave, you have the free right to spit in my face and call me scum. If you don’t have time, you can just spit into an envelope, mail it to me, and I will project it at my own face. I apologize Dave. Please accept my humble apology. And, if it’s not too late…Happy Belated Birthday.