24.8.09

Humboldt is finally cold. About time.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

In addition to the cold, I can't wait for the rain to arrive. It will wash away the homeless, the junkies, and the filthy hookers that congregate outside of my "secure" living quarters.

What else does the rain do? It hides the tears that flow forth so freely from you and Chocolate Thunda'. Tissue?

-Doug Brunell (America's Favorite Son) said...

We can't be as brave as you. I remember when you first called me, concerned because you found a "blood spot" in your boxers. You said, "I think I have the ass cancer." You kept pushing on, though, and your tenacity gives Dayna and I hope that we can both live our lives as proudly and bravely as you.

Fight the ass cancer, my friend. We know you can do it!

Anonymous said...

I wasn't that brave back then.

I remember calling you to see if I could buy some tissues (for the bleedin') from you at a huge discount, because I knew you and Dayna bought in bulk from Costco.

Thanks for the memories.

-Doug Brunell (America's Favorite Son) said...

And what did I say? What did I say? I said, "Grab a Kotex and shove it up there! You've got them on hand! Use them!"

Just kidding, of course. I hope this doesn't bring you down. You survived crabs and syph. You can't let this stop you. Besides, you and I always both said we saw you going out like the singer from Inxs ... or Carradine now.