So today, I'm trying to wake up, drinking my morning cup of coffee. At 3PM.
The phone rings with some unknown wacky area code, I answer with belligerence, ready to call yet another telemarketer's parentage into question, and to do my best to make sure this SOB has a really bad day, to the point where he goes home and puts a .38 in his mouth. Don't judge me, this is what I do. Fucking thieves, stealing my time and using my phone service for their marketing without my permission, this is theft of service.
But this guy uses my real name and then tells me his; Ron Hebbard.
Oops. Holy shit.
We had a nice 45 minute chat about anything and everything. He is doing well, his vision is improving a bit.
Other than the weird blindness he has (from his description I'm guessing it is like looking at things through a telescope when you are way too close), he seems in good health. I really enjoyed hearing from him, and figured I'd share this here.
Note:
If you
want to
email him,
doing it
like this
makes it
a lot
easier
for him
to read.
And keep
it short.
Not a joke, that's the way his vision is now. But it is improving.
He also mentioned that he has got a shitload of emails from people here, but it takes him a lot of effort to read them, let alone respond. That's why he called me instead of replying to my last email to him.
Best wishes, Ron.
Gene Pink