Old soul, always rooting for the villain. Lost in thoughts, stimulated sedatives. Eyes glassy like water. She's mad but she's magic.
walking a drunk friend like
My friend Andrew Wicker had a cancerous tumor on leg about 2 years ago. He had to get his leg amputated. About a week ago he had a biopsy. They found spots on both of his lungs. On my birthday. I told him “You’re gonna be fine Andrew, everything will be ok”. I come back only to find out. He has cancer on both of his lungs now. He has to go through three intense sessions of chemotherapy and two separate surgeries. This week has been hard for me. Everyday, I would walk into work and he would have a smile on his face. There were days were I would be extremely depressed and he would brighten my day. I would say to myself, if he can crawl out of bed every morning with one leg. I can do it too. As soon as I found out I cried like a baby . He owes over $50,000 in medical bills. He was so excited to get his new mechanical leg. Before and after chemo medication is expensive ect. I told my boss I wanted to do a fundraiser for him. He told me to go to human resource. Today, I did. They told me, they couldn’t do anything. That they could get sued for sharing medical information. Even though we have his permission. That it would have to be just between us co-workers. I walked out crying. Since when is helping a fellow human being about policies and fucking procedures. Where the fuck is your heart?! Obviously, buried deep inside your asshole. Fuck them. You will not stop me. My mother and people that don’t even know him say they would give money. Where the fuck is the compassion ? Does it even exist anymore ?
“I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.”
Al Capone (via)