yknow, i completely forgot about that. my dad used to be so afraid of people's reactions that for six years, he told everyone he had cancer. maybe that was part of his lack of acceptance of it. now look at him, he's a little aids activist. now that i've remembered that, i remember the day someone had me aside at tiffany's.. sandy or vicki, i think. and i kinda used to have this image of the disease as a bunch of little red blobules with helmets and feets and little daggers fighting each other... these days its more like a body full of blood approaching a steady boil. he's always up and down, that man. physically, mentally. today he seems allright, he's got an unusually strong gait with his good news of a couple grand more than he thought he was going to get from his insurance settlement. a clean bathroom and a door open to the rainy breeze.
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