My first burn was 2001, and there was a guy with a "free mammograms" box around his head and a place to put your titties. Well, I'd just had a biopsy a few days before, and my tit was bruised and purple, hideous. You should have seen the asshole's face when I whipped it out and plopped in in front of him. He did give it a gentle little peck and looked properly stunned. Oh, nothing wrong with the tit that time around.
However! If I see him this year ... this year I really do have breast cancer. (Just had the biopsy last week and find out my treatment plan in two days.) Titty grabbers and fake mammogrammers prepare for some guerilla street theater right fucking now! Especially if I have to have a full on boobie removal, and I'm quite certain I'll be in a reeeeally bad mood if I have to do chemo between now and the burn.
whew, sure felt good to get that off my chest ...uh, okay, let me rephrase that .... sure feel like a big boob , uh, no, that's not right either ...
aw shit. I think perhaps I'm currently a bit on edge.
we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .