Weaker and weaker. I think I’m tired. I think I need to find another job on top of my construction gig. I fear that my days of being a nomad when I feel like it and playing music are slowly growing smaller and smaller, as is my want to chase any kind of life in that industry. I don’t feel like me.

Folks who lose everything from these bills, and it terrifies me as much as I feel about the struggle of potentially losing my partner to the masses that are slowly engulfing her gut. We’ve bumped 3 levels since diagnosis; and the doses are just getting stronger, and my strength and support grows

At the end of the day, the healthcare system exists, but it’s fucked. Every shot a bill. Every dose of the medicine that’s keeping the cancer in one spot, is just shy of 3 months rent. And it comes outta pocket, since it’s off script.
I’ve been deep diving reddit (like an idiot) reading about

I find this website funny, because there aren’t many folks here yet, and I feel like I can talk about life. I felt a lot of hope with our friend Luigi and his actions, but here I am on Sunday, listing my guitar amp and one of my last remaining guitars on Craigslist to cover the bills and fix my car.

Ain’t there a Green Day song about macys day parade?

Basssssie!!!

I’m still of the old school. I like the pick up, I like the wait. It’s a nice break; and when you show up with dinner, you’re the hero of the house. Pizza day for the win.

Now she’s heckling me from across the room in a Mickey Mouse type voice saying “I’m sam, I don’t know how to do the bubbles”. I’m not mad. Back to 10/10 notes.

Dude, way overdue. Nothing till next year easily. Late spring maybe? Summer maybe. Life’s real busy and hectic from what you see going on. Trying to be at home as much as possible. Family first always. But that being said. I very much miss the jewel and the family there

Hello Nebraskans.

Hello. I wrote you a note today and put things in a box to send to you. Funny we meet eachother here.