Thanks again guys, Your thoughts are appreciated.
TB actually died from cardiac arrest. He was undergoing another round of chemo after it was found that he was no longer in remission. He drove himself to the hospital, and never came back fron the "James".
He had every intent on putting on an epic battle with this shit. He told me about his new challenge and said "that the sickest day in the world is better than a great day dead".
He left a email to me about a month ago, He also forwarded it to his son that is up from Texas. I think little bomber will probable post some from it. He was reading it to me and asked me what half of the shit meant. I was laughing so fucking hard trying to explain serios business to him and he sad "Dad must of really been fucking stoned".
Thanks you all for the kind words. I will actually admit to crying my balls of the last couple of days and even tyiping this. He actually viewed everyone on here as his buddies and said that he felt perverted enjoying this "sausage fest" so much.
For those of you that inquired, Yes TB had a medicinal stash. ( and quite an impressive stash of porn ) (( fuck you TB you deserved it you fucking pervert)) He said that if there was a good thing about cancer, smoking dope was it.
I gotta go... so.fucking.hard.