It's early in the morning. Sometime before 7:00. Jon's alarm has gone off a few times and I've kicked him once or twice to get him moving.
And then, in the dark, he gets a text.
He reads it, and then, instead of throwing the phone down, he texts back.
'Hey Jon. This be Alec. What you be up to? I is on my way to school.'
My 16-year old nephew is texting his uncle. And they happen to like to text in 'gangsta' talk.
And his uncle, instead of saying, 'I'm in bed, leave me alone,' texts back his plans for the day. They chat for a few minutes and Jon tells Alec that he loves him and to have a good day.
This just may convince me that cell phones aren't so bad after all...as long as he doesn't start texting me at that hour.
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That's gangsta? I'm certainly no expert but that's the whitest "gangsta" I've ever heard.
And for the record, Jon texts approximately 10x more than I do.
For whatever that's worth.
I am still convinced that text messaging is one of the most annoying things ever invented.
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