on anyone and everyone to stay hygienic. Hospice is a joke. Our medical system is broke. Insurance pays for very little. Honestly, they should give you a bottle of morphine when they tell you that you have no options other than die, because at least then you can have control of the situation.

where I had been gathering my strength from. I'm bone dry now. My situation has deteriorated to the point where various parts of me have ballooned up to comical sizes, I have essentially lost my penis (and there is no dignity in trying to urinate in this state). I move like a snail, and I depend

I had no idea how much strength and power I gleaned from watching my father withstand hardship after hardship and never give up. In the end, it was a race between letting it go so far as to put him into pain and then death, so I do not blame him for his timing. But until that moment, I had no idea

Aside from my familiar bartenders, I know no body here. But the love. It hangs heavy in the air.

Inifinite love shown at George’s Place in Baton Rouge. Fuck the haters.