So, a gaggle of doctors discovered that I had an 80% blockage in one of my arteries: the result of bad genetics and my former attempts to kill myself with food and booze. There’s a stent in me now and, although my mind is still right fucked up with all of the medical goings on, I’m still here. They found the issue without my having to have a heart attack first. I dodged a bullet.
You can’t kill me.
