It was May 9, 1994. I was at home with my dad, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer a month earlier. The strong and imposing man had been replaced by a skeleton with my dads face
It was May 9, 1994. I was at home with my dad, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer a month earlier. The strong and imposing man had been replaced by a skeleton with my dads face
Go Bears!
Go Bears!
Fucking kakistocracy.
Fucking kakistocracy.