I don’t like to deliver negative news much, our daily news already does that to create fear and hate. My boy was diagnosed with cancer, been trying to spend as much time with him as possible lately. He’s 17 years old. 17x7 in dog years is long life. He was found as a street stray, I grew up on the streets, fighting off all the homies and wannabe gangstas, then we found each other. Outside family don’t understand since they’re still on their ego trips. Only direct family knows…