4 AM

September 10, 2003

Last Saturday, around 4am, my phone started ringing off the hook. I was up watching Sports Night episodes, so I was up and awake and everything. Who calls at 4am? Should I pick up the phone? What if it’s a friend in a bind?

HQD: Hello?
Random Stranger: Is Kenny there?
HQD: Nope. There’s no Kenny here.
RS: Who dis?
HQD: This is Han. I think you have the wrong number.
RS: I must, unless you on crack too.

Who calls at 4am on a Saturday night?

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