These are people that literally NEVER post anything. Not kids. Not anniversaries. Nothing. All of a sudden asking me to show decorum. Um, how about, Fuck No?

He’s just mad he can’t visit Epstein island any more. Fuckin pedo.

I got in trouble

Pointing to his imaginary best friend. Do people realize how foolish they look when they do this shit?

Work has taken a backseat. I rarely see 40 hours, take mental health time, and generally coast through most days. I’ll likely be fired at some point but truly truly truly don’t care. My energy is better spent playing outside with my wife and sons. Time is short, friends. All my love to you and yours

Radiation. Strapped to a table for 35 days. It’s not pleasant and I feel like shit, but it works! Cancer is gone and I will live. I’m ecstatic obviously and hug my family tight as ever. But, but those feelings from before dont just evaporate. I am fundamentally changed by the experience. I’m alive.

My memoirs. I’m dying so it’s suddenly very important to get it all down on paper, you see? Work seems trivial and a million miles away. I’m trying to be a better person for whatever time I have left. Blood work comes back. Nothing in the lymphatic system. My odds improve. I’m optimistic. Surgery.

Working nights, 12 hour shifts, OT, Holidays, grinding my balls into the dirt. I missed so much. I’ll always feel that I wasn’t there enough. For my son. For my wife. For myself. Auto pilot. For 10 fucking years. And then the cancer. I was convinced I was cooked. Started making videos. Writing.