Living With War

For the past seven days I have been having chest pains. First I thought it was lung cancer, but then it seemed to concentrate in my chest around my heart. When I finally went to the doctor this afternoon and told him he said "love?"

ha.

Thankfully, it was also not heart-related, just a stressed out cartilege. "Hallelujah!" I said, raising my hands to the heavens, topless on the table. The doc just laughed with me, and the day suddenly got warmer and the world became a little kinder. Nice to know I have a bit more time. Thanks to everybody who indulged my little psychotic trip towards death while keeping a straight face. We can laugh again.

I love it when rock stars stick it to the man, the way Neil does in Living With War.