July 09, 2006 / 11:49 p.m.

sometimes,
the futility of situations
just kills me
it was 11:11
and I said a wish
before getting on the elevator.

I had just spent an hour with a friend
sitting on a beach in Tampa
trying to comfort him
over the loss of a friend

he had just gotten the phone call
Nicholas, his friend
19 years old
and killed in a motorcycle accident

we listened to the water crash
in between phone calls
"hi?
yea
I heard
I know..
are you ok?
I don't know.
I don't know...
Listen, I gotta go..
I'm trying to come home tomorrow
ok
bye.."

I'm back in my hotel room now
watching Dane Cook on HBO
and though it wasn't my friend
my thoughts are with him.

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