Omg I’m so bummed. I got a sad story and I’m gonna offload.
So as many of you know, I’m from welfare. It was only thanks to some good choices and luck that I was able to meet the people I needed to get better, have opportunities and educate myself, but I know my roots and I have empathy for a welfare bum ,coz what’s that saying “but there through the grace of god go I”? Or something like that. Basically it’s a fancy way of saying that could be you, meaning me.
So when I bought this house, not I, my partner in crime and I bought this house we went to the local Bowlsie for dinner. Rough bowlsie really. The sort of place you can still smoke in. And it’s full of yobbos with bad tats and missing teeth. So we buy some raffle tickets, and we don’t win, we play barefoot bowls with the locals and had the best night. As we were leaving this very obvious bum, missing teeth bad tats an all gives us the meat tray he won and says “welcome to the neighbourhood”. It fucking touched my heart coz I could see that sausage and pork chop tray would have saved him food money.
From then on every time we went to the bowlsie I would anonymously put $20 on his tab. And over the next 3 years I got to know him. He lived 2km into my daily circuit walk right beside the bowlsie. He got a carers pension for taking care of his dad (terrible care lol) and I was shocked he was only 55. Never worked, small time dealer, semi affiliated with the local bikie club and an alco. But there through the grace of god go I, and I just loved him from afar. So when I started growing, I told him my son the grower wanted a tester, and I would drop a jar in his mailbox, and he would put it back out when he finished. No charge or anything of course. He always called me his weed fairy, and tbh I don’t think he ever knew my name coz he just always called me “darlin”. So this went on for about 18 months. It made me feel so good to make him feel good. Then suddenly the owners of the dump he was renting wanted him and his dad out. And I lost touch from there. I mean we were never friends. He was just someone I could have been.
Well today as I’m walking out of my ward, he is being wheeled in. He has lung cancer, which has metastasised and he’s basically fucked. I went back to my ward and sat with him for an hour, and while it’s not my circus or my monkey for that matter, I just feel so super sad for him.
I just want to add, if you have a cough, that is prolonged or feels different, or shoulder/back pain that isn’t muscle related, or you have lost weight without trying don’t fucking sit on it. Go to your doctor. Get it checked. Many lung cancers are treatable if caught early.
So tonight when you blaze up, have one for Greg coz he’s a fucking legend. Xo
xoxo
by the way you cooked the strawberry?! How did it taste? 
glad to see it’s working out this time around keep moving forward
Good job Tra.
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