I've grown up with my dad being sick a lot. He was born in the 1930's and has smoked since he was ten. He's had a sore throat and has been sick. Just because someone smokes and is sick, doesn't mean cancer.
Not saying I'm not worried, because it's really bad that he is sick, but come on now. He's not going to die. Even if does, we'll just have to move on. Good people die a lot and it's just one of those things in life.
Whatever.
On another note, there was a shooting close to where I live. He was nineteen and my dad knows his mom and step dad. Really it's sad, he got bullied, battled depression, and had a lot of family stuff.
I wish I could have gave him a hug or something.
Eh, my week has been pretty weird.
I thought this was pretty amusing, ngl.
