I just learned two weeks ago my godpap has stage four pancreatic cancer, and Ben and I are worse than ever.
About my Pappy: He and I were never too close, he’s only my god grandfather, he’s a wonderful man though. Sarcastic, asinine, dark, and rude. Distant would be a good word for him, but he’s also the one that would give the shirt off his back to someone that needed it. He has been given 3 months or more if the chemo does anything, but either way he has little time left. I don’t know how I feel anymore, especially about this.
Ben: OH MY FUCKING GOD. I just don’t know what the fuck to say. We’re fighting, ridiculously, to the point that he posts shitty Facebook status’ about me yet he won’t talk to me. Like, seriously? Who does that? Ben Ohi that’s who. We have the most awkwardly complicated relationship of all time and fuck anyone who argues because we will win. We barely talk anymore, and like, at all. We were locked in a room together, alone, for four hours, and you know what we did? Sex? No. He sat on the couch. I sat on the bed. And we talked about motherfucking politics. EXPLAIN THAT. Yeah, you can’t. There is so much I could write here that I could die, but you know what? I’m not going to. We just need to fuck so he’ll quit being such an asshole.
OH AND THERE’S THIS OTHER KID WHO WALTZED INTO MY LIFE. He’s fucking perfect and he loves me, and I care about him so much, and we’re really close and he’s great friends with Ben so explain why my life is so awful at any given time, please god? THANKS.