‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ͡ ᵇᶦ𝚕𝚎 ‍‍ ׁ ‍‍DRIVER.

I feel Bad. Shitty. Awful, terrible, et cetera. I threw up everything they gave me for breakfast. Tried to draw, but everything just looks— All jumbled, off the side of the page. I can’t read because my head’s fucking-on-fire. God— God, what’d they say about euthanasia?

That sounds— Uh, god, that sounds really nice, ma. I’m excited. I’ve uh, I’ve— I’ve been working on something. For you. So— So, uh, excited for that. Yeah.

Fuck you. You’re gonna regret that.

Not in the mood.

I’m, uh, a little old, but— But you’re s’posed to get whatever the fuck you want, like a— A last wish, sorta thing.

I’m ill in general. Ever heard of Make-a-Wish?

Hi. Hahhah. Hi. Gosh.

Twenny-eight.

NO

Maybe you should get cancer, dude. I dunno what to tell you.

Nah. I need to get my strength back, so— Uh, all for me. Sorry, bud.

Thank you, bro.

The whole thing.

Motherfucker Say Congrats On Beating Cancer . And Then I’ll Think About It.