birthday-5 more days

music:emaline-ben folds five
mood:my butt aches.

another birthday story. its an excerpt, but try to follow it.
&this is all a build up to YOU-KNOW-WHO's birthday. please, deal with a little narcissism here. you know you take it in shots anyway.

The man drove home from the hospital. He drove the streets faster than he should. It had been a good life till now. There had been work, fatherhood, family. The man had been lucky and happy. But fear made him want a bath.

He pulled into the driveway. He sat in the car trying to make his legs work. The child had been hit by a car and he was in the hospital, but he was going to be all right. The man got out of the car and went up to the door. The dog was barking and the telephone was ringing. It kept ringing while the man unlocked the door and felt the wall for the light switch.

He picked up the receiver. He said,"I just got in the door!"
"There's a cake that wasn't picked up."
This is what the voice on the other end said.
"What are you saying?" the father said.
"The cake," the voice said. "Sixteen dollars."
The husband held the receiver against his ear, trying to understand. He said,"I don't know anything about it."
(The Bath-Raymond Carver)
ps:the man's kid is the birthday boy who also happens to be the child hanging on precariously in the ICU.
also, its weird how we all have this fascination with death,disease and disaster.

dance-my brain is FRIED.