"So, what's up?" he asked.

I finally replied, "I dunno."

Bill and his girlfriend must have thought I
was really tripping on that acid for I barely
said a word for the longest time.  I can't
remember if I tried to explain my strange
brush with synchronicity to them, but I do
remember waiting intently, and straight as
an arrow, for my mother to awaken in a few
hours for her day shift . . . . . to warn her of
my little vision.

She finally woke up, and in an awkward
way I explained to her the difference
between fact and fiction.  That there was no
difference.  The fact that today, September
24th, was also my mother's birthday, and
that literally everybody in her family was
born and or had died on a 6th, 16th, 26th,
15th or 24th (all containing or adding to
six), never helped to make this a happy day
in my life.  I warned her not to see the
doctor today.  Of all days.  Her birthday.
Monday, three a.m. September 24, October