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I'm not making this up for dramatic effect, but the last time I talked to Grandma Sutherland the very last thing she ever said to me on this earth was that she hoped to see me one last time. She knew even then she probably didn't have long. I was her first grandkid, see, born while my pappy was over in Thailand.
I couldn't even give her that. So here I am, 400+ of broke down DJ, in so much pain on a constant basis I can barely stand to walk from one end of this townhouse to the other. Taking out garbage is pure torture.
Pardon my language, but shit's gonna change. I've talked a good fight before, but this time it's locked. I will not dishonor her memory by doing less.
I couldn't even give her that. So here I am, 400+ of broke down DJ, in so much pain on a constant basis I can barely stand to walk from one end of this townhouse to the other. Taking out garbage is pure torture.
Pardon my language, but shit's gonna change. I've talked a good fight before, but this time it's locked. I will not dishonor her memory by doing less.
