So a couple of weeks ago I'm invited to Canada's Parliament buildings to speak with Veterans Affairs Canada as a beneficiary of the medical marijuana program. It's 3 time zones and a couple of plane changes away and I don't really wanna go... But I have a friend there, who just a little while ago got an 'all clear' from the oncologist. So I decide to go. I call my friend and find out that the remission has gone into it's own remission, and the 'hail mary' stem cell transplant was the longshot.
So I go and do my thing, come back to friends place at the same time they get back from the doc. 'A few weeks at best'. I've known this person for a very long time. He was best man at both my weddings (one a bunch of time zones out of synch), introduced me to my current wife (way before the first one), we've been blind drunk together in a whole bunch of 1st and 3rd world shitholes. We've fought with and for each other, and I would gladly spare a few organs if it would make any difference in his world. But it won't. I've been calling and emailing a bunch of friends and acquaintances from the old daze to let them know whats up, and it's kinda beating the crap out of me.
Anyways, this isn't the 'fuck you' thread, so I'm not going to go on about the bad things. Friends have been sending me pix of the old daze, including shots of the two of us carrying loaded weapons before we were old enough to go into bars in most of the country. I have some of the best memories a person can have, and I know we'll be swilling drinks again in some 1st or 3rd world shithole. Or wherever it is that we go after we shuffle off this mortal soil (Rab. C. Nesbitt mangled quote, not me). Except neither of us drinks. And one of us vapes. But we both vaped together last week.
Thanks for the memories brother.