It was driving us
crazy, until we figured out that we could use it to drive Gregg crazy. Somehow we'd always look at that
clock when it read
1:11
1:23
2:22
2:34
Hey look! We should
make a wish! I wish i had a million dollars!
Hot Dog!
3:33
3:45
4:44
Dude, that's totally
weird. It was at one of
those numbers last time i looked up.
Spooky.
4:56
5:55
Oh, man - look. Just look.
6:54
Maybe we should get an
analog clock? This is freaking me out.
10:01
10:10
11:11
12:21
12:34
Hey Gregg, look - 1 2 3 4. Make a wish. You'll never believe our clock -
keep an eye on it.
This happened enough times to thoroughly unnerve Gregg. He started growling and punching us when we pointed it out. Which just encouraged us, really.
Hey, Gregg, what time is it?
It's two-twenty - fuck! Fucker! Fuck you!
hee hee!
Now it doesn't matter what clock it is. Offhand, in his car, years later: Hey Gregg, it's 1 2 3 4! Make a wish!
Ow! Hey, watch the road, hey!