So, um, here’s where your friendly neighborhood rock star gets hisself a lesson in humility…
Tuesday night, I was snug in my little bed at the Holiday Inn in Waycross, Georgia, when suddenly the cell phone rings. After seeing that it was not my spouse’s or one of the kids’ numbers, I got over the immediate panic attack and growled into the empty room, “It’s 3 fricking o’damned clock in the morning! Who the hell is calling me?”
Now, the internal monologue of the rock star takes over:
Great. Just great. This is what I get for putting my phone number on the contact page for the music site. Now, I’m gonna be getting all kinds of whackos calling me up at all hours just for the fun of it. ‘3 O’Clock in the morning’ I get it. Very funny, jerkwad. Well, I guess I’m just going to have to deal with it, now. It shouldn’t be too bad…. I’ll just make them all go to voice mail…
And, then, I turned the phone off and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up, and after getting showered, dressed and ready for work, I turned on the cell phone. Sure enough, there was a message:
“Hello, this is David’s girlfriend. I just wanted to let you know he was in an accident tonight. He’s in surgery right now. But since I’m not related, they took his cell phone away, and won’t let me have it. I remembered that you have a web site. So, I found your number there… nice songs, by the way…”
Doh! My baby brother was in a motorcycle accident, and I hung up on the person trying to tell me!
He just bought the bike on Sunday, and he thinks someone hit him from behind on the interstate (he can’t remember what happened from before the moment of impact to when he woke up in the hospital). He’s got multiple, compound fractures of his leg and arm, plus broken ribs. They put a rod into his leg Tuesday night, but they can’t operate on his arm until Monday for some reason.
Naturally, my first words of comfort to him on Wednesday were, “A MOTORCYCLE?? Are you fricking nuts? Didn’t you learn the first two times?”
Please, keep the knucklehead in your thoughts and prayers.
That’s some karma for you there, Mr. Rock Star.
Send my best to dear Pughley. Hope he feels better soon.
Even rock stars have family …
Poor baby brother. Your cell phone number is really on your website? Are you nuts?
Oh no! I hope he’s doing better today, he’s in my thoughts and prayers.
Eep. Sending healing wishes and “what were you thinking?!” thoughts to brother-of-Solly, along with rock star payback to you, Solly, in the form of unlimited middle-of-the-night calls from actual groupies. It’s a good thing, really … I swear. 😉