Pissy

I went to dinner with my friends Mel and Neil (Neil's the big guy in Velvet Love Box) the other night. That was nice and relaxing. However, we ran into another of our friends who bore the good news that Skip wants to be a professional poker player. You know what? That sucks some serious ass.

At one time, I deleted all my entries about Skip, because I thought they were mean-spirited. They still might be, but I don't care anymore. Skip was sick the same time that Brad was, with a different kind of cancer. He'd go out at night and drink / smoke / party like it was 1999. He would even skip his chemotherapy appointments because they didn't work with his job as a bartender. I know that folks still have to keep jobs and make money, but c'mon! Brad, on the other hand, did everything the doctor told him - lots of rest, healthy food, etc. Guess who's walking around, happy as a clam, and who's not? I say again - sucks ass.

I know it's not Skip's fault, but I can't help but be pretty darned bitter about it. I'd feel better if he had taken his second chance and really wanted to DO something with it. I know that Brad would have looked for ways to help other people, heck he did that while he was still sick. Instead, Skip's gonna play him some poker.

Sucks.

Ass.

-CP