- 911 Operator: 911 emergency?
- Ben Thomas: I need an ambulance.
- 911 Operator: What's the emergency?
- Ben Thomas: There's been a suicide.
- 911 Operator: Who's the victim?
- Ben Thomas: I am.
Yeah, this again. But I have a story about it this time…
A few years ago, my brother asked me to be his best man.
Some time between then and his bachelor party, he joked that he wanted to go to Vegas with our friends. Dressed like Elvis.
Now he knows not to joke like that in front of me.
All 12 of us bought one of these out of some industrial unit in the middle of nowhere, and dragged him (also in one) onto a plane to Vegas.
It was so idiotic. 12 of us walking around wearing these. On a plane wearing these. Those little starbursts are actualy metal. So airport security was extra awesome that day.
As we were getting off the plane in Vegas, a man ran up and asked if he could get his picture taken with us. After snapping the shot, he said:
“This sure is great of you boys doing this for the anniversary of the King’s death.”
Yeah. It was exactly 6 years ago today. August 16th.
We had no idea.
Everywhere we went, people were attacking us for pictures. A few even asked some of us for autographs. AUTOGRAPHS. Entire sections of casinos or shopping areas or whatever would applaud when we came in.
It. Was. Horrible.
That was when I decided: I never want to be famous. Ever. Not recognizably, at least. I was able to take that jumpsuit off and go back to being nobody. A nobody who could sit in the casino diner and drink his coffee in blissful peace the next morning.
Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back. Sometimes we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we’ve let them fly away. Sometimes we are so caught up in who’s right and who’s wrong that we forget what’s right and wrong.
Sometimes we just don’t realize what real friendship means until it is too late. Treasure your friends. Don’t let them fly away.” —via
Then I woke up confused.