DeForest, the guy who really got John and myself into fencing, and our good friend, passed away last night.
He was supposed to outlive us all, despite the Crohn’s and Lupus, not die from the complications of a goddamned ruptured appendix.
Life can be crushingly unfair.
John and I aren’t observant… we don’t observe Easter (or any other religious holiday), but we do celebrate it. If a holiday has
I had yet another round of oral surgery last Wednesday. (Which of course I am thrilled about. Not.)
The original surgical site was persistently
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