Imagine I call you up, and say that you’re going to die tomorrow.
Well, maybe not die, but you could be seriously hurt. And maybe not tomorrow, but soon. I really can’t say how, or anything about the circumstances – who, what, where or when. I’ve heard this from reliable sources, but I won’t tell you who they are. And yes, I told you the same thing last week, and nothing happened, but I was less sure then. Trust me. You should just really be on the alert, because this is a serious thing. You could die.
I’d be glad that you did what you could, instead of hiding what you knew from me… even if all you knew was that I was in danger.
I feel annoyed. But less annoyed than if you didn’t say anything and it turned out I was in danger.
I’d feel really creeped out, and probably start going entirely insane. Which I have.
I’d think you were full of shit.
i live in nyc, if president bush can go to a yankees game, i can go party with my friends. perhaps ridiculous logic, but to be happy and deal with my fears is all i can aspire to.
Ohhh I get it, a metaphore.
Not terribly clever Adam, I expect better.
Adam, I heart you. Your words really do mean things and I hope you remember that every single day.
This was deep man. :o)
You know, I think I would come over to your house, and start breaking your furniture, and kicking your pets. The most f*cking annoying thing about these stupid warnings is, if nothing happens after this one and nothing happens after the next one, people are going to blow them off. THEN something bad will happen.
i think much of it is CYA – cover your ass – and the other part is DONT FUSS WHEN THE COPS ARE STOPPING YOU ALL THE TIME FOR NO DAMN GOOD REASON except to make sure you’re not a terrorist….