My tearful and emotional goodbye
I'm afraid I have some very grim news.
Earlier today my niece texted me saying she had something VERY important to discuss with me. So when I got home and she was off from school, I called her very worried. Turns out her and two of her friends bought tickets to see the 8 PM showing of "Justin Beiber: Forever and Forever" tonight. Problem is they're seeing it at the Mall of America and the mall has a strict curfew. Nobody under the age of 14 can be in the mall without adult supervision after 6 PM. So with desperation in her voice, she pleaded with me to take her and her friends to the movie.
I asked her why her parents couldn't take them ("My mom is sick and my dad has to watch my brother.") I asked her why her friend's parents couldn't take them ("Eliza's brother has a hockey game and Natasha's parents are out of town and that's why she's sleeping over.") I was at the point of telling her to chalk it up as a learning experience when she started crying. "I spent three weeks of my allowance to get my ticket because it's in 3D and it's expensive and I really want to go with my friends. Oh please Jake, please please please?"
And now I know what the tenth Doctor felt like when he realized stupid Benard Shaw has locked himself in that glass booth and was about to die if the Doctor didn't take his place. There really was nothing I can do except the right thing. So tonight I'm going to have to endure 'Beiber Fever' in a theater full of screaming emotional teenage girls.
I honestly don't know what's going to happen to me. I could lapse into a coma, go insane, or possibly worse. But before I meet my end, I just wanted to let everyone know what a genuine honor and privledge it's been being friends with you all. There's not a single rotten apple in the group (Tony is more of a banana, but bananas are good too!) and if I only have one regret, it's that I probably won't live long enough to find out what was
in Frank's pants. It would have put my mind at ease a little. Thanks a lot, Mike!
And so I'm off to face what could be my biggest challenge. And if I could make another tenth Doctor anology, I also know exactly what he felt like before he regenerated; standing alone in the TARDIS in fear with a tear rolling down his cheek before weakly speaking out his final words: "I don't want to go."
Yeah, that's pretty much me.