14 February 2006

So how’d you come out at the doctor’s then?
– Oh, not so good.
– What’d they say?
– Cancer. But I knew that going in.
– Prostate?
– Nope. Pancreas.
– So what you gonna do then? Chemo?
– Naw, I don’t want nothin’ to do with that stuff.
– How long they give you?
– A year, maybe a little more. That’s what he said.
– Well, they don’t know everything. Lot of guys still walking around who were supposed to croak years ago. Don’t give up, for Chrissake.
– I’m not giving up. I’m just not as interested in my pension as I used to be.


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