I met this guy at an event where my fellows were making people up as zombies in a bar; he had a vicious scar on his neck and wanted the crew to accentuate it, which was weird in itself. While he was sitting there having fake gore applied to his real gore, I axed him whence the scar, and he told me it was from a cancer operation. This was right at the exact time I was going through the worst of my own terminal-ick-related fears, and I was frankly kind of pissed at him, a stranger, in a very hypocritical way, since I smoke kind of a lot of filterless cigarettes, myself. His reply to my stunned disbelief was "I beat it once..."
that fucker!! He was one of those borderline skinhead dudes that's all intellectual and "oh no I'm not a racist or anything, it's just about working people and being straight edge" while downing gallons of shit beer. I fucking liked this guy, though; he was cool. The makeup wasn't nearly as frightening as the actual scar (sorry, pals).
EDIT: ha! That was the same night that Kaatbad first got with that one bartender that looked just like Janet kind of, and also when this injun friend of mine did the deed (involving skanks and speed) what would piss off his always-angry injun gf (a longtime and key member of my cult) so much that she trashed his van, kicked him in the balls, and bodily threw him out of her house. good times!
quit again yesterday. I've been having chest pain for about 48 hours. I initially though it was bursitis or some pulled muscle thing, but I'm not sure right now. If it doesn't get better by tomorrow I'll go see the doc. I can't afford all my meds right now, much less an office visit, but I figure some things trump that. At least I've got insurance again. I have no angina pain or sweating or shortness of breath, so I'm thinkin it's not my heart. Could be pleurisy or somethin.
Hey there buddy, get some Nicorette chewing gum in. The fruit flavour's my favourite. I gave up a piece of piss 4 weeks ago and now don't even think about it. Took up cycling which gave me a real motivation to keep off the smokes, cycled 350 ish miles in 4 weeks.
I'm thinkin maybe I should go to the dr today. Not sure. I hate feelin like a hypochondriac. It feels like an ache right behind my breastbone and slightly to one side. Tomorrow is the two year anniversary of my heart surgery, oddly enough.
I'm gonna keep tryin this until I stay stopped or I die. It's been over 24 hours now, and it hasn't been bad, though I'm still dippin for the moment. But that's nothin. It's not the first day, it's the 148th day that gets me.
the only way to effectively deal with the hajis is to carpet bomb mecca with bacon and porn until those little brown cocksuckers completely capitulate and piss all over themselves in a display of submission.