My cousin's girlfriend's sister, she found out she had it and then bang! she was in a wheelchair. Said a big round old-ish black guy to a whiskery old white guy in a wheelchair who was just describing what "chronic progressive" means, here at the Y, upstairs, where I'm pretending to be at a café (only I'm not paying $10 for a fucking pretzel!) and maybe going to get some work done. After I write this stupid fucking letter to my fucked up ex fucking wife. Also, at another table of little old ladies, one of them was just describing in rapt tones the florentine vegetables she had. I've never had anything like that! It's so different! You can make only half or whatever, you don't have to cook all of it at the same time. It's so good! I mean, it's a bag of frozen vegetables. Awesome. (2016)