One of my closest friends from highschool passed away after a fight with Cancer yesterday. I had not spoken to her since I left Colorado in 1996 to move to Seattle.
I am not exactly sure what the point of me typing this out is. It has been hard enough to simply parse the bursts of emotions into manageable feelings much less try and form them into thoughts that can be typed out. I have been able to get a few thoughts in order.

1) Fuck Cancer.
2) Fuck Cancer.
3) God Damnit, Fuck Cancer so hard in it’s mother fucking throatbox it can only speak in bile filled coughs of blood and fuck you.
4) Never wait. That thing you can do tomorrow might not let you have the chance.
5) Fuck Cancer.