I remember one of my oldest buddies calling me up for or around, within days of Christmas, come on over man. Him and his wife. I’m elusive. This time I was sick. Not sure if he believed it, I was like “no man, I can’t I’m f****** dying here. Not sure how it was related, maybe dry air, I that day, morning, blow my nose, it was that nuke green yellow mucus snot, stained in pure blood. It looked like cranberry sauce and not a small amount. Pure blood. I don’t know if he believed me, he might have though I was bullshitting feeling s***** for myself, I was really f****** sick. When I say “I can’t m, I’m f****** dieing here man” I mean it.