Two in a week

It’s bad enough when some­one 15 years old­er than I am pass­es away, some­one I respect­ed and admired, some­one I viewed as a mentor.

It’s worse — some­how — when some­one that has the exact same birth­day as I do pass­es away.

Sor­ry if you’re read­ing this, Mom; I’ll try to min­i­mize the swear­ing in future posts. But I’ve got to get this off my chest:

Fuck you, cancer.