How scary fate is. What good is world fame, a profitable book, millions of fans and a lot of hot enemies calling you our on your bullshit, expensive clothes and juicy public debates with folk a lot smarter than you (not to mention the memes), if the one person you are trying to impress the most and share it all with is slowly dying in your idle hands. This changes a lot. She seems like a cool person. Had she not been ill, picking on that pompous underfed little prick would have been an excellent intellectual pastime for years to come, but cancer is a trump card. Cancer changes everything.
Pity. He was fun to call out on. He was fun to see cry like a little bitch until. I always liked him genuinely emotional rather than stoned to the point he seemed asleep during confrontations, and then people saying: he's so calm! You'd be calm, too, sister, if you had so much happy downers in your stream.
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