Marivhon "hey Moth, Cinder was a great man who stared death in the eye and lost. We hope he gets better some day but the boy is really fucked up right now."

I change his diapers and give him a sponge bath with a very solemn look on my face. The sorrow is all encompassing, overwhelming even. I feed him some yogurt and wipe his mouth. I even shed a tear for the poor soul.  ¶ 4:16 AM