I met up with Pops to have a drink or two at the 'Box. An amusing time for sure.. a stupid amount of tab for still being daylight hours and lord knows what hell is being ravaged on my work in box. Cest la vie.. A decent conversation (probably the closest we have come about his wife), and off I went. At home I am greeted with an update on my great aunt from my cousin - I guess the pancreatic cancer pushed Max to stopped eating and more or less is deteriorating. Fuck.. fuckity fuck.

I've had a thirty dollar tab on an empty stomach and frankly feel like going back for another thirty more.