March 11th, 2010. The day was unlike any other day.
Why do I keep waking up at this time? 3:11. These numbers keep occurring.
Three plus one plus one equals three eleven.
-Howard, you're very bad man. -There's 311 days in a year.
-I think you're blowing this whole thing way out of proportion.
-My shoe size is three eleven. How do you explain that, huh?
-I can't. I doesn't make any sense!
Do you think this might be a coincidence?
Put your hand on my ball.
(Gasp) I see something! You are cursed boy!
-Cursed?
(Hysterical laughter)
(Nonsensical mumbling)
It all comes out to three eleven!
All these phone numbers have three eleven in them!