Missed appointment

[ciphergoth]

On 6/6/66, I was little, I didn't know shit
And by 7/7/77 eleven years later still don't know any better
By 8/8/88 it's way too late for me to change
And by 9/9/99 I hope I'm sitting on the back porch drinking red wine singing
Ooooooooooh french fries with pepper

Listening to this song always makes me feel a little melancholy, because he missed that appointment by two months and six days. On 9/9/99, we had a memorial party, at which french fries with pepper were washed down with red wine.