My best friend in the whole entire world has been diagnosed with lung cancer. He beat cancer twenty years ago and now it's back. The doctors told him he had a good chance at survival this time around. Until he had a stroke Monday and was rushed to the hospital. Now they discover the cancer was a lot worse than they thought and it's spread to his brain he's lost something like 30 pounds in the last week alone. To top it off, another good friend of mine who lives in Edmonton is "missing and presumed to have met with foul play". I feel like sticking my head in the oven sometimes. My friend with cancer, he is my rock, the person I can lean on for anything. I am really not sure how I will be able to get through life without him when he is gone. Fuck. I am crying as I write this. People of the Asylum, go home and hug the people closest to you and tell them how much you love them. Please. Do it for my friend Gerry and do it for me.