gratitude
a little exit blurb
superstitious
our second date
well, y’all it’s been a pretty fucked up couple of months.
six months is a long fucking time
another oncological update and the master of disaster
another oncological update and that time i shit my pants at football practice, and at 4h camp, and in the way back of a station wagon
another oncological update and my vegetarian rumspringa
once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or gamma gamma gamma light!
another oncological update and that time i got beat up at the fair
another oncological update and my love of back roads
another oncological update, some stuff about chicago (the band), and love letters to terry kath and my wife.
another update, another love letter, and a sad epilogue.
pet scans, infusions, and steely dan
mushroom cloud laying motherfucker
get your fucking skin checked
gamma knife epilogue
saved by gamma light
fantasizing about the evil eye
