Our Pal Itxi
I received a troubling message from Itxi. Without his permission and with total disregard for if he's ok with it or not I shall share the meat and potatoes of the message.
Apparently the cancer is getting him now and he's convinced that there's no getting around an expiration date this time.
I heartily encouraged him to make liars of the doctors and fool them for another 15 or 20 years but alas it doesn't sound like that's gonna work.
So lets pile on some good thoughts and prayers and try to push that expiration date out as far as we can anyhow. ( Not to the point that he has to suffer or be miserable, nobody wants that).
The gist of the message was if we suddenly don't hear from him (ever) he lost.
Sprinkles are for winners and I'm dumping a bucket of them on your head so your not a loser.
I sent my email address and requested that if he's unable to have his wife or mistress email me to let us know the status.
In Memory of Paul "Dietrich" Stines.
Dad: Say something nice to your cousin Shirley
Dietrich: For a fat girl you sure don't sweat much.
Cue sound of Head slap.
RIP Muggsy & TMan
"If you are a warrior legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that JOCKO will not come today."