Life is unfair.
Today I heard about the unexpected death of a college friend. Listening to Public Enemy on your buddy’s Walkman in the back of a bus driven by an man with achondroplasia on your way to a the ancestral home of Ireland’s Liberator is a guaranteed way to cement both friendship and an appreciation for the voice of the oppressed.
But I am not oppressed. Just…sad. Surgery is about 10 days away and I’m feeling sad. Like a pre-mourning kind of sad.
*Kiss my ass, bad news.