Papa WILL leave you, Henry.
Sometimes you just have to listen to Nick Cave all day; and somehow you're transcended into a mysterious underworld where all the trees are dead and the people have no color in their skin, and everything is calm. Oddly comforting.
Today makes five years since the baboon pancreas surgery. I'm still alive. Not sure much else is the same.
Today makes five years since the baboon pancreas surgery. I'm still alive. Not sure much else is the same.