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July 1, 2005 Last Thursday, June 23rd, I arrived at my mother's empty condo. After a moment of preparing food, I then began to think about a summer job. I'd applied to CVS some time earlier, hoping that I'd be able to procure a job there, unfortunately, I'd told them to reach me at my father's house. Wondering if perhaps they'd left a message on my father's answering machine, I called the line and started to check my messages--all twelve of them. I waited for about fifteen minutes through messages from my toddler sister, accidentally calling home, calls from agents, and other miscellaneous messages until the last of the messages. It was not a message from CVS, as I'd hoped, but something quite different. It was a message from Tucker Carlson, a man I'd written about the day before, asking for me. I took a moment to process the information, before bursting into various expletives of both joy and nervousness. I immediately began racking my article for things I might have said to make him angry, and finding none, I decided that it would be safe to call him back. Well, apparently, I was wrong. I called him at his office and asked politely for Mr. Carlson, where I was soon greeted with phrases littered with profanity and other threats--towards a sixteen-year-old!! Apparently convinced that I would egg his house, Mr. Carlson decided that calling me at my home, and thereafter harassing me with threats ("I know where you live"), would be a good way to meet someone who had expressed no desire to perform any kind of vandalism towards Mr. Carlson or his family. We argued for probably about five minutes before we both bade each other farewell, and I began the long process of running the bizarre experience through my mind. I thought, perhaps something was changed in my article, possibly making it appear as if I (a sixteen-year-old) wanted to harm Mr. Carlson or his family. Sure enough, my article had not been changed. Where he would get the idea that I would actually write about people egging someone's house, and afterwards perform the deed, is absolutely preposterous. To even assume that I have ever done any kind of vandalism, or plan on doing any form of vandalism in my life is preposterous. Furthermore, hurling accusations and vulgarity towards someone who is half your age seems not only pathetic, but it also makes you look like a bully who has to pick on a kid to deal with problems (Perhaps that's why he seems so much more cheery on "The Situation"--having gotten all of his anger out on me). Either way, I apologize to Mr. Carlson if he thinks that I would even think of doing anything like that to his home or possessions, however, I find that his actions are very inappropriate. All I can really say is that Jon Stewart was right (and I bet that I'll hear from him again about this article, too). ------------ About the author: Jack Lepiarz is a student at Madison High School in Madison, New Jersey. He has written an unpublished novel, Spencer, which he hopes to publish soon. Email: Jackwuzhere42@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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