letters to josh...april 26 2012 my untimely demise

hey , josh...wanna hear something funny ??? chantel took me out for pizza a couple of weeks ago and...as the conversation progressed...i told her that i hadn't drank for a few days...her reply was : "what are you...dying or something???" and here is the funny bit...i actually was dying and didn't know it...three years or less to live , to be specific...roughly translated...swollen blood cells means d-12 deficiency...and d-12 deficiency...means three years to live...(or so i read on the internet)...thank god my issue is derived from alcohol...there are many ways to get a d-12 deficiency...that are far less treatable...(for example...crones disease)...anyway...i will probably spend the next month or so pissing up impurities...then i should be fine...the ironic part...i met a girl that i like on the same day...(first time in years)...LIFE IS SO WEIRD...and everything seems to be so entwined with everything else...fuck , i took on 30 churches or so...and made it (in some respects anyway) look easy...and now i have a fatal disease...and you know...this is the first time in my life that i have heard of a fatal disease being easily curable...it really seems that god is (successfully) attempting to make my life as interesting as possible...i sure as fuck ain't  board...here is my advice...if someone tells you that your blood is swollen...it is probably not a good thing...luv stu .