So i'm waiting for the tireshop to mount my new tires today when my cellphone rings. Normally I don't pick up for any # that I dont recognize or isn't saved in my phone, but I made an exception. Well it was this girl I used to date about , shit, 5 years ago now (having the same cell # for ages helps.) I haven't really talked to her in about a year. We started talking agian back then, fooling around and all, but I was all fucked in my head over some of the bitter feelings I had burried in that thing of mine called a brain so it died out and I moved on. Anyways, her dad always loved me. He rocked too, drank beer like it was Poland Spring, but a humorous man with a great heart. Even years after we broke up, apparantly he asked how I was. Anyways, right now he is in ICU down in Norh Carolina. Lung cancer. They removed his right lung, but while in the process of recovering and many xrays later, they discovered he has Lymphoma. Jesus fucking christ already.
So after overcoming my initial shock, I'm trying to talk to her in a supportive way. She has no idea what to, wants to just head down there and be with him, but on the other hand, wants to hold to the idea that things will turn for the best and her immediate presence isn't totally required. It was just so odd trying to skirt the issue of death and being there to see him asap. I told her to keep in touch with fam down there, and play it by ear.
Blah, this cancer shit is too much.
BTW, hav eyou heard some rumor about a new Sick of it ALL album in the works?