There and Back

I have to get a dude to put his finger in my butt. And possibly a camera. Hold on hold on hold on. No not like that. I turned forty recently and I need to get my prostate checked. By a doctor. My father had prostate cancer but recovered. He reminds me often to get checked. He hid it from us. Didn’t tell us until it became an issue. Not even sure how long he had it until he told us. Oh well he’s better now. At least no cancer. But man he’s old. The first time I really saw my father age was when I saw him after not seeing my parents for over six months during the Cov*d Era Lockdowns. I hate whoever was behind the lockdowns. My parents looked way older then they should have when I finally saw them. When it was okay to visit people. Whoever was behind the lockdowns should be publicly castrated. If they try lockdowns again I’ll become a gun toting far right wing Christian militant with seven kids who lives off grid who uses a ham radio to spew my views into the radio waves so other gun toting far right wing Christian militants with seven kids who live off grid can nod there heads in agreement. I’d like to see them try that shit again. I have a bit of a cough I think I’m getting sick.