He picked up the phone today. We chatted but I could tell he didn't wanna talk. He's got another week with the second round of chemo but he doesn't have much hope. When the conversation became strained I asked if he had any news about another buddy of ours. No.

I called our other buddy. The radiation has his throat in knots and pain. He tried to soothe it with rye tonight... you can inagine how that worked out... PAIN! (He was making a joke but he was in pain.) He asked me to come down to his place and take him out hunting. I said I would if I could find a day when I could but it wouldn't be likely (I decline to say herein why that ain't gonna happen).

Fuckin tobacco.

And if any sumbitch says too bad, it's yer own fault...

I am so pissed off right now I wanna scream.