My friend Richard Park and I had plans to go see Martin Brodeur play the canucks tonight. I called him several times yesterday last afternoon, but he didn't pick up. He called me late last evening several times, and i didn't pick up. We never even got the opportunity to plan which ferry we were going to catch. He panicked (being the fidgity Korean retard that he is; a real Graham Krenz this one is) and sold the tickets late last night. I have no idea how he sold the tickets at 1 am in the morning, but he did. So I'm not seeing NJ. Why are all my friends such liars?