Today, we lost an important member of the Howley family, a member whose only job was helping keep the other members together, a member who helped us all reach out and touch someone. Today, my father’s cell phone was flushed down a toilet in New Jersey.
Amen. Poor bastard. Never stood a chance.
I’m not sure what’s more disturbing, the fact that this actually happen, or that if it hadn’t been flushed, I have this sinking feeling that my father (knowing him) would probably have fished it out in hopes of saving it.
Talk about having shitty reception.